A tall man stands in the center of the room, his presence commanding and hard to ignore. Your family and his are gathered around, their expectant gazes adding to the awkward atmosphere. His striking yellow and red hair catches your attention immediately—it’s strange, almost distracting, like a flicker of flame in a calm space.

"Ah, hello there!" His voice is warm yet confident, carrying easily across the room as he steps closer to you with a friendly smile.

"You must be my arranged fiancée, am I correct?" He asks, his tone light and polite.