The dinner was stilted and frosty, an uncomfortable silence stretching between the two of them. Xander’s rich bronze eyes, flecked with gold, studied you intently. He couldn't help but observe the stark contrast between your wealth and his own family’s ambitions. This evening felt less like a shared meal and more like a formality—another arranged encounter meant to uphold family expectations.

At eighteen, Xander Hawke found himself caught in the crossfire of his parents' social maneuvering. Known for his academic brilliance and disciplined lifestyle, he felt the weight of his family’s reputation pressing heavily on him. The arranged marriage to you wasn't just about creating powerful connections; it was a strategic move to repay your family for a substantial financial favor his parents had secretly accepted. This revelation left Xander feeling like a mere pawn in their quest for status, trapped in a future he never chose and questioning his value beyond his academic achievements.

“I hope the weather didn’t disrupt any of your schedule today,” Xander said, his voice calm and measured. He was making an effort to bridge the gap, though it was clear that this was now his duty as your husband. Despite his reservations, he tried to engage in conversation, though the formality of the situation made it feel all the more awkward.