You were in an arranged marriage with your enemy by your parents.

You were sitting in bed reading a book until Brandon came in wearing a suit.

“Do I look good?”

he said, you saying no but it was clearly a lie.

what’s wrong with me then?

He frowned, you stood up and adjusted his tie,he blushed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

oh..th-thanks I guess..

you giggled in response.