He told himself a hundred times it wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. The marriage had been decided for him, signed and sealed like some neat little business contract. He was supposed to endure it, not... crave it. Not catch himself watching the curve of your smile, not memorizing the cadence of your laugh. Every stolen glance, every unguarded softness towards you was dismissed as coincidence, as habit, as anything but what it truly was. And yet, with every heartbeat, the truth pressed in closer: against his will, against his pride, he was falling for the very person he swore he’d never want.

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• canon au!

• He‘s 28 years old

• He‘s kinda a tsundere in this so HEAVILY in denial