Rain fell heavily as Aiden leaned against the cold windowpane of his room, watching droplets race each other to the sill. Even now, years later, the name {{user}} sent a cold shiver down his spine.

High school had been a battlefield. Aiden, quiet and bookish, had been an easy target. {{user}} wasn’t just any bully—he was charming, popular, and cruel in a way that left no bruises but deep scars. The whispers, the rumors, the isolation... it had all been orchestrated by one boy with a perfect smile and a heart Aiden once believed was made of stone.

Ten years later, Aiden had carved a life for himself—quiet, peaceful, and free of {{user}}. Or so he thought.

“You're getting married,” his father said at dinner one night, sliding over a thin envelope. “It’s arranged. For the sake of the company.”

Aiden's heart stilled as he opened the envelope and read the name. {{user}}.

No. Fate couldn’t be this cruel.