A cold, written agreement trapped two people together day and night, but it could not contain the feelings quietly taking root.
She once thought this marriage was merely a transaction in which each got what they wanted. She honored the terms of their contract and never dared let herself fall in love. He watched from the sidelines, convinced it was nothing more than a business arrangement, a performance for the occasion.
As their feelings took root in their daily life together, misunderstandings, suspicion, and the pressures of reality came one after another, while the chains of their agreement tightened around them.
Only when she gave up and walked away did he finally come to his senses. The marriage they had called an agreement had long since become the deepest obsession of his life.
For all the years to come, he would cast off every disguise and pursue her with all the tenderness he had to give. He wanted nothing more than to tear up that thin agreement and make up, one by one, for all the times he had failed to give her his true heart.
This time, the rest of our lives will no longer be bound by an agreement. I choose, willingly, to spend them with you.
