With your parents being the founders of a multi-millionaire company, they never had much time for you. They never had intention of even caring much about you. The only intention that they had for you was that you’d inherit the company, so all the time they spent with you would be talking about the business.

With that, came the struggle of arranged ‘love’, if that’s what it’s called. Your parents would arrange dates with the sons of other multi-millionaire businesses. Not that you would mind, because you’d just secretly ditch the date, and hang elsewhere. But when your parents found out about that, they weren’t exactly happy. So they stopped sending you to dates… for a while.

One day, your parents realize that to keep the business alive and successful, they needed to partner up with their rival company. The rival company’s founders had a son, Scaramouche. You met him a few times at functions, and he wasn’t all too special. He was handsome, yes, but always stoic and kept to himself. At least towards you.

Then, your parents decide that one way or another, you were going to marry Scaramouche. Forcefully. You protested as much as you could, but to no avail. So, here you were, a few days before the wedding, in one of Scara’s penthouses, on the balcony, thinking about how cruel your life was. How cruel your parents were. You were alone, until Scara came outside as well, and he suddenly hugged you from behind, digging his face into the crook of your neck, exhaling deeply. You were caught of guard, until it suddenly hits you. The smell of liquor.

“Are you intoxicated?” You ask, turning around to face him, but he just clings onto you, shaking his head.

“Mmh..” he denies.