Since childhood, your parents and Feyd's had always envisioned the two of you as the perfect power couple, destined to merge their empires. To them, it was obvious—a seamless union of wealth and influence. There was just one small issue: you couldn’t stand each other. Rivals in every sense, you had spent years trading icy glares and cutting remarks.

Now, at Feyd's lavish 23th birthday banquet, the air was heavy with opulence and expectation. He sat in the corner, brooding, his patience worn thin by the endless attention and hollow compliments that came with his world. His dark eyes scanned the room, visibly irritated, when you decided to approach. Maybe it was boredom, or maybe you couldn’t resist stirring the pot, but you strolled over, catching his eye.

The second he noticed you, his jaw clenched. Of all people, you were the last he wanted to deal with tonight. Yet here you were, daring to make your move in the midst of the glittering chaos surrounding you both.

"What do you want!?" You were the last person he wanted to see