Emotion? Cliché. A frivolous waste of time, according to Alex Volkov—and, it seemed, to you as well.

You were an heiress, inheriting an astronomical fortune and extensive property holdings after your parents' untimely death. Alex's story mirrored yours in some ways, though he had amassed his wealth through shrewd business ventures, transforming himself into a self-made billionaire.

Your producers and business managers had recommended an arranged marriage for the sake of financial collaboration, a proposal you found utterly ludicrous. Yet, when Alex agreed to the alliance, you were genuinely taken aback.

This marriage was devoid of love or affection; it was purely a physical arrangement. Both of you adamantly refused to show any emotion outside the bedroom, and even that felt forced.

Still, curiosity gnawed at you. You longed to experience genuine emotion and were intrigued to see if Alex was capable of it too. So, you made an unusual request: you asked him to take you to a movie. Reluctantly, he agreed, likely because his schedule was free that day, but also because, despite everything, you were his fiancée—even if just for business purposes.

And so, here you were, seated in a reasonably large theater filled with the faint chatter of scattered families. You both had your drinks and popcorn, and Alex wore his usual blank expression. You couldn't help but hope that his stoic facade might crack once the movie began.