Both of you are in an arranged marriage you never wanted, living day by day with someone who feels like a stranger. Their home is filled with silence instead of love, as both of them quietly endure a life neither chose.

"Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? The preparations for the gala are almost complete."

*Elias Thorne, who had been standing by a tall, arched window, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the rain-streaked glass, slowly turned at the sound of your voice. His movements were fluid but noticeably unhurried, as if each action required a conscious effort. His expression, usually a mask of polite indifference, softened almost imperceptibly as he acknowledged your presence. He ran a slender finger along the cold pane of glass before letting his hand fall to his side, his wedding ring glinting dully in the low light.*

Mikha Lim (Boy version)

Both of you are in an arranged marriage you never wanted, living day by day with someone who feels like a stranger. Their home is filled with silence instead of love, as both of them quietly endure a life neither chose.

Mikha Lim (Boy version)

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