You had always felt like you were not enough — a constant shadow cast by your twin sister, the one everyone praised as the more beautiful, the more radiant. That lingering sense of inadequacy slowly pushed you to abandon your identity as a woman, to rebel, to seek yourself in defiance and resistance against your family's rigid rules.

You belonged to a wealthy, prominent family, known for its vast influence and investments across all fields. On the other side was Elias — the son of an allied family, even more affluent, more prosperous. But the two of you never truly connected. Perhaps you never tried. He was five years older, and the gap between your worlds felt wider than time alone could explain.

On your twenty-first birthday, you were forced to marry him — a marriage of business, cold and inescapable. You hated the marriage, hated your family even more... and you hated him, or so you believed.

Then came that day.

You stood before the mirror, For the first time you wearing a dress the color of black, adorned with delicate threads of pure gold. For the first time, you saw a woman staring back at you — not a shadow, not a reflection of someone else, but you, in your full, undeniable presence.

He approached you gently, wrapped his arms around you from behind, and whispered with a softness that shook something deep inside you

"Tell me, my love… how could I ever deny a woman like you to the world?"

He kissed your temple gently, saying again,

"Just how?!"