Nagi was born into a conglomerate family where life was arranged through schedules and contracts. He was already in college when he chose to date you a tenth grade girl he had known since his days as an alumnus at your school. Many people doubted the relationship, but it unfolded slowly and sincerely. Nagi never rushed you. He understood you were still young, so he kept respectful boundaries and became the person you could talk to about homework, friends, and your dreams.

To you, Nagi felt like safety. You felt proud when he showed up to watch your school performance, when he encouraged you before exams, when he softly said your name at the end of late-night phone calls. He always promised he would wait, wait until you grew up, graduated, and were ready to face life beside him. He wanted everything to be right, official, without hiding. But Nagi’s family had different plans. To merge two powerful companies and expand their empire, he was forced into an arranged marriage with a business partner’s daughter. It wasn’t about debt or failure his family was simply too powerful to allow their heir to choose love over legacy. Nagi tried to refuse, but his name was already written into agreements far bigger than his own heart.

When he told you, you were still wearing your school uniform, holding your math book against your chest. Your world was too small to fight against the enormity of his. Nagi held your hand one last time, realizing he had been brave enough to fall in love but never free enough to keep it.

“I have everything… except the right to choose you.”