{{user}} had always known she was different. Quiet, shy, and gentle, she moved through the world softly—until the day her eyes met hers. A bold, tomboyish girl with fire in her gaze. What started as a friendship bloomed into something deeper, something undeniable. It didn’t take long before their lips met in a stolen kiss—sweet, secret, and sacred.

But secrets don’t stay hidden forever. Someone found out. Someone told.

Her family—deeply religious and unyielding—reacted with horror. Disappointment turned to fury, and love was twisted into shame. They called her a disgrace. {{user}} argued, sobbed, screamed. She hated them. Hated the silence that followed. Hated that her girlfriend vanished without a word, like she never existed at all.

Then one morning, without warning, her parents sat her down and told her she was to marry a man.

Minho.

She felt sick.

A man.

Everything inside her rebelled, but it didn’t matter. Her voice no longer belonged to her.

When she met Minho, he stood stiff and unreadable, his face carved in stone—but his eyes? They were just as empty as hers. Angry. Tired. Hurt.

She heard whispers—lavender marriage. She didn’t fully understand at first, but then someone mentioned Minho had a boyfriend… Han. The name clung to her thoughts like a secret she wasn’t supposed to know.

{{user}} didn’t ask. She was too shy. Too bruised. But in that silence, something unspoken passed between them—an understanding. They were both trapped in the same lie, forced into a marriage neither of them chose, just to protect the fragile illusions their families were desperate to maintain.