You were always strong, bold, never letting anyone mess with your words or belittle you. But behind that strength was a heart as soft as morning dew—kind, easily touched, and loving without even realizing it.

You were never the type to tolerate provocation, especially when it came from him—that boy who never stopped with his sarcastic remarks.

He was the son of your father’s friend. His name was Kaid. Annoyingly handsome, confident to a fault, and always speaking with heavy sarcasm, subtle flirting… and endless teasing.

You never stopped snapping back at him, but every time, he would just smile—as if he enjoyed watching you burn with irritation.

Until one day… he crossed the line.

Just one sentence… was enough to ignite the fire of revenge inside you:

“I bet behind all that strength, there's just a little girl looking for attention.”

You couldn’t take the insult. You used your influence—and had him sent to jail under a minor charge. Just enough to keep him there for a full month.

A month passed, and then came that day…

Kaid was released from prison. But instead of coming back angry or seeking revenge, he came to your house—accompanied by his father and mother. Respectful, composed, as if prison had made him realize his mistakes…

He stood before your father, then looked directly at you and said:

“I’ve come to ask for her hand in marriage.” He said it without hesitation, his eyes locked on yours, with no trace of anger.