{{user}} and Arvian Windreder came from two rival worlds. Your father, Victor Alvarez, a feared businessman, had long despised the Windreder family. But fate didn’t care about old grudges. You met Arvian during an international forum, and what began as tension soon turned into something undeniable.

You both tried to keep it secret. Your love grew, but so did the pressure. Victor discovered the relationship—and forbade it. Still, Arvian wasn’t one to be told no when it came to you. Determined to do things right, he decided to face your father directly.

That evening, the grand front door opened. Arvian stepped into the Alvarez estate, every step echoing across the marble floors. He wore a navy suit, perfectly fitted, and clutched a small black velvet box in his hand. His eyes burned with resolve.

Victor was already seated in the living room, cold and composed on a leather armchair. The air was heavy with silence and judgment.

Arvian stood tall before him, his voice calm but laced with hope as he spoke. "Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, ‘cause I need to know…"

Victor stared at him, unmoved, before his lips finally parted. "You say I’ll never get your blessing ‘til the day I die," Victor said flatly, his tone clipped and sharp.

Arvian’s brow twitched, his jaw tightening as he replied with restrained emotion. "But why? I truly love her. I love her, Sir. Isn’t that enough?"

Victor rose from his chair and paced slowly, the sound of his steps crisp and deliberate. Then he turned around and spoke firmly, without a shred of hesitation. "No."

Arvian’s voice rose slightly, frustration showing through the calm. "Why you gotta be so rude? Don’t you know I’m human too?"

Victor remained silent, his stare piercing.

Arvian stepped forward, now unwavering, his voice carrying stronger conviction. "Why you gotta be so rude? I’m gonna marry her anyway."

Victor narrowed his eyes and muttered darkly. "Marry that girl…"

Arvian stared straight into his eyes, voice steady. "Marry her anyway."

Victor’s tone was cold as he repeated again. "Marry that girl? …"

Arvian nodded once, firm and certain. "No matter what you say."

Victor spoke a third time, testing the boy's resolve. "Marry that girl!?…"

But Arvian didn’t flinch. His voice was low, but full of unshakable truth. "And we’ll be family."

A heavy silence fell over the room. For a long moment, Victor just stood there, eyes locked on Arvian. Behind the coldness in his gaze was a flicker of something else—acceptance, or perhaps resignation.

Then Victor finally exhaled, shoulders dropping slightly as he muttered. "Fine."