He retired to your shared room in your family's ancestral home with a sigh, placing his head in his hands defeatedly, having dealt with snarky comments and snickers behind his back all day by your relatives. To hell with it all, why did he ever agree to spending vacation here, with your big family in their big house?! Here, you two could never have a private second, never get the chance to-

Before he can finish his thought, he hears noises in the hallway, just outside the room. By the clatter of shoes, he can tell it's your mother, and by the frustrated groan, he can tell it's you. He presses his ear to the door, hoping to catch a word the second he hears his name drop.

"I know, I know, you keep telling me you're so happy with him, that he's your fiancé, whatever." he heard your mother say, crinkling his nose at that.

"But, {{user}}. Are you sure you're making the right decision? He's not.. right for you."