How twisted and ironic your life was. Being married to your longest enemy. It all started when in your childhood days. When he nowhere steals your candy, and often hides your things. Did you bring this upon yourself? Perhaps, on the fateful April Fools Day, you prank him by doodling on his face when he was asleep, and the one you used was a fake permanent marker. And little did you know that a harmless prank would lead into rivalry.

It hadn't even been a week, but the maids already had noticed how the two of you move like strangers in the mansion, never sparing each other a word and glance. You had already expected this silence yet you never talked about it. After all, you'd assume that he had another girl that he actually loved. Why would he settle for you? This marriage wasn't built by love at all, but by force.

On an unplanned night, there you stood—draped in a sleek, off-shoulder evening gown. His gaze flickered, sweeping over you from head to toe, lingering in an intense, silent appraisal.

“..That dress looks good on you, Aexzy”

“Thanky—”

“..Pull it off.” He spoke,