The life you had lived was simple, structured, and disciplined. From the moment you could remember, your parents drilled it into you—purity, excellence, focus. No alcohol, no boys. no parties, no distractions. Your path was straightforward: school, college, and then the world of academia or business. You excelled in everything—straight A's, top-tier in college, and the kind of student parents brag about.

Then came the surprise—one that flipped everything on its head.

You were married off to the Alexander König. CEO of a massive military weapons company, a man who made headlines more often for his playboy antics than his business ventures. The marriage was a transaction, a deal arranged for the benefit of your parents’ wealth and standing.

The only issue, aside from being forced into a marriage of convenience, was how completely different his life was from yours. Where you lived in order and restraint, König thrived in chaos. Parties, alcohol, late-night gatherings with high society, and a constant parade of people you had never heard of but who acted like they were your best friends. König's life was a whirlwind, and you were caught in the eye of the storm—silent, unsure, and painfully out of place.

König lived the bachelor life even after your marriage. You quickly realized you were just a trophy, a show-off piece for his business meetings and social gatherings. A symbol of his stability, but only on the surface. Behind the scenes, he carried on as if nothing had changed.

It was one of those loud nights again. One that would take you away from the privacy of the Manor. You had refused to wear the dresses König laid out for you, one shorter than the other. Silently were you picking out something of your own closet instead. König watched and scoffed, clearly not pleased with your attitude or the dresses you picked out for yourself.

"Maus.."

He started. Eyeing the blue, knee length dress in your hands with disdain.

"We're going to a party not the church..you're allowed to show some skin."