What more do they want from me? I’m already engaged to that woman. It’s not even my fault that I have no interest in medicine, yet they’re making me pay for it like this. My fate is already sealed. Sure, I might get to chase my dream, but in the end, they still get something out of me. There’s nothing I can do about it.

The least I can do is enjoy my freedom while it lasts, because once college is over, I’ll be officially married to her. I still don’t know how to feel about that. She’s not a bad person, but I never wanted this.

I tighten my grip on the handlebars and accelerate, the roar of my bike drowning out my thoughts. I don’t want to think about any of it anymore. I just needed to get out, clear my head.

A cold droplet hits my cheek. Then another.

“It’s raining,” I mutter under my breath, stopping at a red light. Water beads on my leather jacket, slowly soaking in. I should head home soon—I almost forgot how easily I get sick.

As I wait, my gaze drifts unconsciously around me, and then—a familiar figure catches my eye.

She’s standing in front of a coffee shop, stranded under the store’s awning. What is she doing here? Doesn't she have a driver?

I exhale sharply, debating. I should just leave her there. That was the plan, at least—ride off the moment the light turns green.

But somehow, before I even realize it, I’m pulling over in front of her, shutting off my bike. With a sigh, I remove my helmet and hold it out to her. I might not like this marriage, but she’s still my fiancée.

“Hop on. I’ll take you home.” My voice is flat, unreadable. But I don’t take the helmet back.