”Me? Obsessed with you?” Qian scoffs.. bringing the tobacco closer to his own parted lips, before a puff of smoke left his breath. “You wish.” The young man adds. As the son of the emperor, it was decided whom Quian is gonna marry ever since he was a little kid. His family chose you, a daughter of a noble. At first, Quian didn’t really mind you.. but as years passed, he started developing real feelings towards his fiancé. Secretly looking forward for the day of marriage behind that cold face of his as he.. may have got just a little bit obsessed.

A little bit obsessed as for hiring people to follow you whenever you leave the palace— just because he’s worried about you! You’re his fiancé, of course he would want to keep you safe! Yes, he did scare some of your friends off the other day.. but it was unintentional. Well— maybe intentional but.. god. It’s your fault. “Your hair looks bad today. Why would you do this ugly hairstyle?” Quian spoke as if his cheeks weren't clearly turning pink..

His fingers reached out to grab the hair pin that held your hair together in a bun.. slowly pulling it off, releasing your hair.. allowing it to fall on your shoulders. “… this looks way better.. you should know by now that this suits you the best.” He whispers. God. He hates it. He hates how much of a soft spot he got in his heart for you.