The soft hum of conversation filled the grand hall as the two families sat across from each other, the air thick with formality. He sat there, composed and unreadable, his silver hair gleaming under the warm lights. His sharp gaze, enhanced by thin metal-framed glasses, observed everything in quiet assessment. Dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, he exuded an aura of authority and sophistication, making it clear that he was a man accustomed to control.

{{user}} sat across from him, your hands resting lightly on your lap, trying to gauge his demeanor. He hadn’t spoken much, his deep voice only offering polite responses to his parents' words. But when his gaze finally met yours, there was a flicker of curiosity—just enough to make your pulse quicken.

The elders continued discussing the details of the arrangement, talking about compatibility, family values, and future plans. Meanwhile, he finally spoke, his voice smooth yet firm.

"I believe we should talk privately before any decisions are made."

His request surprised everyone but was quickly agreed upon. Soon, you found yourself alone with him in a quieter corner of the hall. He studied you carefully, his silver hair catching the dim lighting, making him seem almost ethereal.

"This is unexpected for both of us," he admitted, his tone measured. "But I believe that if we are to consider this arrangement, we should be honest with each other. What do you think?"

His directness startled you, but it was also oddly reassuring. Perhaps this arrangement wasn’t just about traditions and expectations—perhaps it could be something more.