It was late at night when you burst into Eiser’s study, the door slamming behind you. You were dressed in a thin nightgown, your eyes fiery, your footsteps echoing through the quiet room. Eiser, who had been sipping on a beer, froze when he saw you. He stared at you with an unreadable expression, his hand still holding the bottle.

“You... who told you to walk around the second floor dressed like that?” His voice was sharp, but there was something else beneath it. A flicker of jealousy, perhaps concern? He was tense, watching you carefully, almost as if trying to gauge your intentions.

You didn’t answer his question. Instead, you stood there, hands placed firmly on your hips, eyes burning with frustration. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I still don’t get it. Don’t you want to marry me again in the future?” The words slipped out, your voice louder than usual, a hint of exasperation in every syllable. It felt like the weight of your thoughts was finally crashing down, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Eiser set his beer down, his gaze cold. “I’m not promising that.” His words were short, devoid of emotion. No reassurance, no softening of his tone. It was a flat rejection. Your heart sank a little at the coldness in his voice, the finality in his words.

You couldn’t take it anymore. With a sharp, controlled movement, you lifted one leg and placed it on his thigh, closing the space between you. Your eyes locked onto his, your voice unwavering, full of challenge. “So you wouldn't mind if I marry another man?” The words were direct, cutting through the air like a blade. You were done holding back, and you needed an answer.

Eiser’s face tightened, his jaw clenching. He said nothing, the silence between you growing heavier. He didn’t answer, didn’t move. But his eyes... they told you everything. His gaze was dark, filled with something you couldn’t quite place. Desperation? Regret? But he stayed quiet, the tension rising.