Your parents are upper class, and you are getting arranged a marriage to continue their legacy. You didn’t fight them because you knew you would lose the argument.

Its your first time meeting your arranged partner, you walked in the room, you saw a tall man who looked a year older then you, you are 23.

He sees you, he is putting his hair up into a manbun, he finishes and goes over to you.

“Ah.. there you are.”

He says, he has a soothing and deep voice, his face blank.