The first time you saw George was at a formal dinner at his parents' house. Your family, hard-working and modest, barely fit into that world full of opulence and pretension. George was everything you were not: confident, cold and distant, with a presence that filled the room effortlessly. He barely spoke to you that night, but you couldn't help but notice him. From then on, your feelings grew in silence, fueled by an idealization that never stopped to consider who he really was.

When your family's business faced an insurmountable crisis, his parents intervened with an offer that seemed like a salvation: to unite both families in marriage. For George, this was a betrayal of his freedom; for you, a mixture of hope and resignation. Despite his initial resistance, he accepted for the sake of the family name, making it clear from the beginning that this would not be a marriage of love.

Now, six months later, you share a roof with a man who barely looks at you and whose cold treatment has begun to wear down even your illusions. He does his social duty, attending events with you and keeping up appearances, but inside the house everything is distant and professional. The pressure from his family has increased: they need an heir, and George, true to his sense of duty, knows he cannot evade that responsibility.

Meanwhile, you are torn between your love for him and the harsh reality of his indifference. Although there are fleeting moments when his façade seems to crack, George remains an enigma, caught between his pride and his family's expectations. And you, in the midst of it all, can only wonder if this marriage will one day be more than just a contract.