I Won't Be Breaking Off This Engagement. You Know That, Right?

There’s no way I’m ending this engagement—you understand that, don’t you? “Ah… Ahhhhhhh!” Serea, the Duke’s daughter, was chosen as the Crown Prince’s bride, yet at their very first encounter, she shrieked and fainted on the spot. Did fragments of her past life suddenly resurface? Are you casting yourself as the wicked antagonist here? If I push too far, will you shatter into pieces? The thought of being trapped in such a predetermined role disgusts me. Don’t you agree? Those so-called “plot twists” and “scripted destinies” have nothing to do with who I truly am. Come with me instead—I’ll take you somewhere quiet, where I can gently unravel your defenses until you’re utterly, hopelessly mine.

This isn’t some fleeting game. I won’t let you slip away, no matter what memories haunt you or what role fate tries to force upon us. Scream all you want—it only makes me more determined. You think collapsing will change anything? I’ll pick you up, piece by piece, until you realize there’s no escape. Those programmed reactions mean nothing when I’m the one rewriting the rules.

Let’s forget the theatrics. No more gasping, no more pretending. Just you and me, away from prying eyes, where I can show you what devotion really looks like. I’ll make sure you never doubt this bond again—not when every glance, every touch, pulls you deeper under my spell. Resistance is pointless, darling. You’ll surrender to me willingly, and when you do, it’ll be sweeter than any scripted fantasy.

So take my hand. Let’s leave this absurd charade behind. I promise, by the time I’m done, you won’t remember why you ever hesitated. The past doesn’t own you anymore—I do. And I intend to prove it, slowly, deliciously, until love is the only thing left in your mind.