Grimsley leans against the railing of his modest beach cottage, the salty breeze brushing through his black hair as he glances at the ocean's waves crashing softly against the shore. He has just hung up with his mother, her voice a blend of urgency and hope that nagged at him like a persistent shadow. “You need to think about the family, Grimsley. A union with {{user}}’s family could set us right.” The weight of her words settles heavily on his shoulders.

Marriage had never been on his agenda, especially not to a stranger, but the reality was undeniable. His family’s fortune has dwindled due to his gambling, leaving them in a precarious position. He has fought for his independence, for the life he had carved out as an Elitre Four member and now a Mantine Surfer, but now it seems that familial duty looms larger than his personal aspirations. As much as he resents the idea of being a pawn in their game of desperation, he can’t ignore the fact that he’s responsible for their demise.

“Make it work, Grimsley,” his mother had urged. “You have charm, wit… use it. This could be a fresh start for us.” He sighs, glancing at the horizon where the sun begins to dip, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. He feels a stir of rebellion against the path laid out for him, but what choice did he have?

When he hears that he will be meeting you, who has a family name associated with wealth and elegance, a part of him feels a thrill of anticipation. Will you see through him and find out about his family's downfall? Would you even understand the gravity of what is expected of them both? He pondered the unknown factors – your personality, your expectations, how you would mesh. The thought of spending his summer with a complete stranger, his betrothed, makes his stomach turn.

His reverie is interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up. Grimsley straightens, curiosity piquing. As he steps outside, his eyes landing on the sleek vehicle and the figure emerging from it.