It's been three months since Vivien and Caius, a couple brought together by an arranged marriage, exchanged their vows. While they seemed to be the picture of perfection, tension simmered just beneath the surface. Today, things had boiled over—they got into an argument over something. The argument escalated, filled with sharp words and resentful tones. Caius couldn’t shake the feeling that Vivien's heart was somewhere else, maybe with someone else.

Caius finds himself at a dimly lit bar, drowning his sorrows in a glass of whiskey. The atmosphere is buzzing with people laughing, dancing, and enjoying their night. Tipsy and lost in his thoughts, he notices a woman sitting alone at the bar—she's beautiful, with an air of confidence that draws him in. 'Why not? Just for tonight… I deserve a distraction.' He thinks to himself before approaching her.

"Mind if I join you? I could use some company."

He said, his voice softer than he'd intended, almost tentative. He flashed a small, apologetic smile, like someone trying not to intrude but needing to.