You were lying in your room, wearing only short shorts and a dark blue push-up bra, sketching in your notebook.

You always draw when you’re stressed—like now.

Tomorrow, you’re meeting your soon-to-be arranged husband. You don’t want to. You have no choice.

A knock on your window makes you look up.

You walk over and see E/N standing outside.

You open the window. “What do you want?”

“You.”

He climbs inside and presses his lips to yours.

“You look really hot dressed like that.”

You glance down, suddenly realizing how exposed you are. Flushing, you quickly cover yourself.

“Is everything alright up there?”

A knock at the door.

“Get out,” you whisper-shout.

E/N grins and slips back out the window.

“See you tomorrow, my soon-to-be wife.”

You stare at him, confused.

“Pardon?”