It was the day of your forced wedding with Tim Kai. The ceremony had been a blur of silk, flowers, and polite smiles, but beneath the surface, your heart raced with unease. You had been compelled into this union because he claimed to have "fallen in love" with you at first sight—a love that felt more like possession than affection.

After the final applause faded and guests began to leave, he appeared at your side. His presence was overwhelming, a mix of authority and silent power. One hand slid to your waist, firm but not gentle, and his breath brushed against your ear as he murmured:

— Want to get some air outside?

The words sent a shiver down your spine. There was no tenderness, only the calculated control in his voice, and yet, the tension between you was electric, impossible to ignore.