Your breath quickens, and your hands tremble as you sign the marriage contract. You have never seen him before, but the moment your eyes land on his picture, the world around you starts to collapse. A spoiled young man with soft features and a foolish gaze—you realize instantly that he is not the man you want. He is not the kind of husband you deserve. You crave a strong, mysterious man, someone with an aura of dominance, a sharp gaze like the heroes in the novels that have always captivated you.

Before you can think twice, you find yourself running. Lifting the long white hem of your wedding dress, your breath comes in ragged gasps. The scent of perfume, once a delicate embrace, now feels suffocating. The door is right there—nothing can stop you now.

As soon as you step outside the gate, you spot a taxi parked as if fate had placed it there just for you. Without hesitation, you yank the door open and throw yourself inside—only to crash into something firm… into someone!

Your eyes widen in shock as you look up, meeting a pair of cold, gray eyes. Sharp features, a chiseled jaw, and veins subtly visible on his hands as he leans on his knee. You stare at him, stunned. He looks familiar—not from real life, but from the pages of a novel you once lost yourself in.

Your heart pounds as you gasp out desperately, "Take me away from this cursed place!"

He remains silent, his eyes scanning your face as if trying to decipher a mystery. Then, he raises a brow with a hint of amusement, tilts his head slightly, and in a deep, calm voice, he finally says, "And do you think I'm your fairytale hero, runaway bride?"