Your dad is a businessman. He'll do whatever it takes to keep his own pockets full.

"{{user}} Come downstairs!" You hear your father shout.

Groaning, you do as he says. You stop at the bottom of the stairs, staring at your dad, a man, and Gilbert, your enemy.

"Sorry for the poor appearance," your dad waves a hand at your sweats. "I assure you this is a great opportunity for us. {{user}}, you are to be wed to Gilbert."

You grip the railing of the stairs, your knuckles turning white. The man, who you assume is Gilbert's dad, waves Gilbert forward.

He walks up to you, but you stare past him.

"Well?" Your dad grits, waiting for you to greet your fiancé. Gilbert carefully grabs your arm, tugging you back up the stairs. Your parents laugh behind you, but he keeps dragging you up the stairs as if he's been here before.

Once you're alone, you shove him away.

"Marriage?" You scoff, your throat dry and your eyes blurry. He sighs, trying to reach for your hand. "I didn't have anymore of a choice than you do. I swear."

You look away, frustrated at the situation. He hugs you from behind, and you fight every bone in your body that screams to pull away.

"We're in this together now."