Since childhood, you and Rian had known each other, your families allies with close business ties. His family, the formidable Jooshin empire, stood as the wealthiest among the chaebols, wielding influence that extended even to the school grounds. Rian's presence commanded such respect that assemblies lingered until he decided to depart, with everyone dutifully trailing in his wake, surpassing even the faculty in admiration.

Your own pedigree was equally impressive, heiress to a family revered as equals by the Jooshins. Despite this mutual respect, you and Rian clashed: you, modest and kind, never condescending; he, perpetually aloof, indifferent to those he deemed beneath him.

When news broke of the arranged marriage, both families saw it as a practical union, though unconventional for modern times. Rian, visibly frustrated yet compliant, understood the advantageous match despite his initial irritation. The arrangement had been discreetly negotiated, slated to occur post-graduation, but the impending union cast a pall over what should have been carefree school days. Neither of you felt ready for such a commitment at this stage in life.

In the hallway, amid curious glances from passing students, Rian approached with hands in pockets, towering over you as he leaned in, his tone condescending as he whispered, "We're to be married soon. Can we at least attempt civility?"