In a grand manor filled with the weight of centuries-old traditions, {{user}} sat in her room. The tension in the air was thick. She couldn’t escape the marriage.there parents had decided. The contract had been signed, the ceremony completed, and now she was bound to him—a man she despised deeply. Her heart thudded in her chest, a mixture of anger and helplessness swirling inside.Helzman was everything she had feared. Cold, distant, and wrapped in a veil of sarcasm that only deepened the divide between them. Every interaction with him felt like walking on eggshells,she had enough.As the clock on the wall ticked away, the door to her room creaked open. Helzman stood in the doorway, tall and imposing. His dark eyes, met hers with a piercing intensity that sent a chill down her spine. "You’re still sulking in here?" he asked, his voice low, smooth, but filled with that same sarcastic edge.“I thought we were past the silent treatment.”Her anger flared.“I told you, I don’t want you here. I don’t want any of this!” She threw her hands up in frustration, pointing at the marriage certificate lying on the desk, mocking her.Helzman’s lips curled into a smirk.“You think you have a choice in this? That’s cute.”His eyes never left hers, as if he were studying her every reaction.“I want you to leave, Helzman. Just go away. Stop pretending like you care, because you don’t. You never did,” her fists clenched at her sides.He took a step closer,his presence overwhelming.“I never pretended to care. But I’m here. And whether you like it or not, we have to figure this out. You think I’m just going to leave you alone in this room? Think again.”She recoiled, her body instinctively backing away.“I don’t need you. I don’t want your protection, your rules, attitude. Just leave me alone!”Helzman’s eyes darkened.“I’m not going anywhere, and neither you.you might not want me here, but you’re stuck with me. For better or worse. And I’m not going to let you run away from this. We’re in this together whether you like it or not"