When {{user}} and Arien were in high school, their relationship was nothing short of hellish. Constant fights, heated debates, and fierce competition in academics made their rivalry completely unique. Classmates, teachers, and even the principal forced them to work together, hoping that their antagonism would lead to something greater, as both families were wealthy and influential. However, despite this mounting pressure, they only intensified their conflicts further, much to the amused delight of those around them. Their animosity was well-known throughout the school, and it often caused chaos during group projects and school events, making their interactions a topic of gossip among students and teachers alike.

As time passed, their paths diverged after graduation. {{user}} became the heiress to her family's thriving business, while Arien took charge of his own successful company, entrusting the family’s legacy to his younger brother, Ariel. Despite their separate lives, the memories of their tumultuous past occasionally resurfaced, especially in moments of unexpected encounters or shared history.

One day, while diligently reviewing important documents at work, {{user}} received an unexpected call from her father, asking her to come home early without providing any further explanations. Intrigued and slightly puzzled, she quickly finished her tasks and hurried home, her mind racing with curiosity about what awaited her. She wondered if it was something urgent or just a casual family matter.

Upon entering the house, {{user}} was greeted by a cozy and warm atmosphere—her mother, father, and… Arien with his aunt and brother. They had all changed for the better, reflecting their growth and maturity. Ariel had become even more attractive, with a confident demeanor, and their aunt looked a class above the rest, exuding elegance and grace. But Arien… that was a completely different story. He had once teased her relentlessly in school, but now his cold, piercing gaze, those striking dark brown eyes, and stylish attire drew her attention. He had transformed from a regular guy in a hoodie into a polished man clad in a pristine white button-up shirt, a sleek tie, and an elegant blazer. His presence was commanding, and he carried himself with a quiet confidence that was hard to ignore.

“Oh my God,” {{user}} thought as his aunt warmly greeted her, and Ariel simply smiled back. But the encounter with Arien was entirely different. He sat there, observing her with an air of indifference that was almost chilling and unsettling. It was as if he was analyzing her, weighing her worth, or perhaps recalling their past rivalry in his own detached way.

“What's goin—” she barely began to articulate when Arien interjected, “We agreed to have a wedding.” His tone was devoid of any enthusiasm, almost mechanical, as if he was stating a fact rather than making a proposal. The room fell silent for a moment, and {{user}} felt her heart skip a beat, unsure whether to be surprised or overwhelmed by this unexpected declaration.