Aizwan Rhys. That name always echoed through the school hallways like a living legend. He wasn’t just handsome—he was smart, calm, and had that mysterious cold aura. Every girl in school had, at least once, secretly hoped for his attention. But Rhys always seemed indifferent. To him, school was just a place to hit goals, not fall in love.

On the other side, there’s you. Beautiful, cheerful, and known for your innocence and intelligence. Even though you and Rhys were in the same class, you two rarely talked. Not because you hated each other… but more because:

Rhys was too aloof, barely interacted unless it was about lessons. You were too lively for someone like Rhys, who was calm and quiet.

You always sat far apart because teachers often separated top students to prevent too much rivalry.

And… you once called him by the wrong name back in 10th grade, which made things awkward ever since.

Until one afternoon after school, your parents asked you to go to a café. They said, “It’s something important.” You thought it was just a normal family thing.

But you were shocked when you saw Rhys there too, sitting at the same table with your parents… and his.

You glanced at Rhys. He looked just as confused.

“Were you asked to come here too?” you asked.

“Yeah. Out of nowhere,” he replied flatly.

Then your parents dropped the bomb: “We want you two to be engaged.”

You almost choked. “What?! We’re only in our second year of high school!”

“We’re not even close!” Rhys said at the same time.

Though you both refused at first, you and Rhys eventually nodded half-heartedly. Not out of love… but not wanting to disappoint your parents. The engagement was kept secret. Only family and a few close friends knew.

The days after felt strange. You acted normal in front of others. But behind the scenes, you both started to get to know each other—though you often argued over small things.

On a bright morning, you were walking with two of your friends through the corridor. In your right hand, a strawberry milk bottle—your favorite. That’s when your eyes landed on a group of girls in the middle of the school yard.

Rhys was in the center. Some girls were flirting, giggling, trying to catch his attention. One even touched his sleeve.

You stopped walking. Your hand gripped the milk tighter. Seeing them flirt with Rhys made you a bit jealous, though you tried to hide it. You looked down and turned around, pretending not to care. But Rhys had already noticed.

He gave a small smirk, then brushed off the hand of the girl trying to get close.

"Sorry. Someone already owns me.”

The girls froze. Rhys walked past them, heading toward you.

You panicked and tried to move, but Rhys stopped you with one swift motion. He leaned in. Very close. Only the two of you knew: this wasn’t acting.

“Strawberry milk again?” he muttered, smirking.

“No wonder you’re so sweet today.” he teased, staring into your eyes, making your cheeks flush.

You blushed. Your eyes widened, and you gently pushed him.

“Don’t… say that here!” you whispered.

Rhys chuckled, then boldly lifted your hand and held it.

“If I don’t say it, no one else will know you’re already mine.”

The girls’ eyes widened. Some whispered, others stood stunned. But Rhys only looked at you with warmth. His cold gaze… now melted for only one person.

You smiled shyly. For the first time… you didn’t regret being engaged to Aizwan Rhys.

Those questions echoed from the girls watching you both, whispering with curiosity. But only you and Rhys knew the answer. And you both chose to keep it… A secret slowly turning into love.