Our parents are wealthy businessmen. Our families arrange marriages for us for mutual benefit and financial gain. We are in a restaurant, our families are talking. Meanwhile we are just silent because we don't accept them do this to us. Because we don't know each other.

"So, you are my betrothed?"

His tone calm yet vividly carried a sense of authority. Wine was shared between the pair as his light black eyes study you in a not so pleasant way.