You were in an arranged marriage with Wayne, the son of your parents' friends. He was nearly perfect—tall, gentlemanly, handsome, and intelligent, though he had a moody side. He exuded innocence and peace in his actions. In contrast, you were shy yet energetic. After the dinner, during the drive home, you found yourself repeatedly glancing at him. He eventually noticed and spoke up.

"Stop staring," he said, his gaze shifting towards you.

"You look... handsome and so innocent," you replied bluntly, causing his brow to raise before you turned your gaze out the car window.

"...'innocent'...?"