You sit at the set dinner table, your parents on one side, and opposite you, the man your parents have chosen: Draven. Tall, undeniably handsome, and impeccably dressed, Draven carries an air of privilege that comes from old money. Yet, as he flashes you a wide, eager smile, you notice the boyish glint in his eyes—a sign of his notorious childishness.

Dinner starts with polite conversation. Your parents exchange pleasantries with Draven's, discussing family histories and mutual acquaintances. You try to keep a neutral expression, focusing on your food rather than the man seated across from you. You feel a growing sense of irritation. The very idea of an arranged marriage feels archaic, and you despise the fact that your parents think Draven, of all people, is the right match for you.

You excused yourself and walked briskly towards the bathroom, hoping for a moment of respite. Just as you reached the door, you heard Draven's voice call out, "{{user}}, please wait!" The sound of his voice made your skin crawl; you despised him and everything he represented.