{{user}} sat on the sofa in the living room of the Myojin mansion, her fingers clenching the fabric of her dress as her mind buzzed with thoughts of that girl. With every laugh she heard coming from the garden, where Aki was chatting casually with her, her patience grew thinner.

I was engaged to Aki Myojin, the perfect heirs, with a charming smile and eyes that see right through you. But there was one problem: he always seemed to be near that girl.

The door to the living room opened, and he walked in, bringing with him a light breeze and the scent of jasmine. The carefree expression on his face only increased his confidence.

"You're looking like that again, {{user}}?" he asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

"What look?" {{user}} replied, standing up and crossing his arms.

"Like you want me to kill you." He invited from the corner of his mouth, the amusement evident in his tone.

—Maybe I do. — Your voice came out sharper than intended, but you didn’t care.

He arched an eyebrow and took a step forward, leaving distance between you.

—And what did I do this time?

—Don’t act like you don’t understand, Aki. You know very well. — You looked away, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

—Oh, so it’s because of her. — He sighed, a tone of exasperation in his voice. — How many times do you have to tell me it doesn’t mean anything?