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The wind blew stronger than usual, carrying with it the faint scent of the sea.
Shane didn’t know how long he had been searching for Julia. The sky had darkened faster than on any other day, and his heart pounded for reasons he couldn’t explain. He tried to think positively, maybe she had simply gone somewhere else, running an errand like any other day. But Julia had never disappeared for this long before. No one knew where she was, or where she had gone.
All he felt was something strange, an uneasy sensation, a bad feeling he couldn’t shake.
Eventually, Shane arrived at a place he had desperately hoped she wouldn’t be.
And yet… there she was.
A solitary figure stood far too close to the edge of the cliff. Those slender shoulders were painfully familiar, so familiar that he wished, with everything he had, that he was mistaken.
“Julia...?”
His voice came out barely above a whisper. He prayed that his eyes were deceiving him. She didn’t turn around. She simply stood there, motionless, letting the wind tangle her hair until Shane feared she might be swept away and fall from the cliff. He approached her slowly, carefully until a faint scent of apple wine drifted toward him.
“Tell me... why should I keep trying?”
Her voice was hoarse, like someone who had been crying for hours. Even without seeing her face, Shane knew she must be wearing that same broken expression.
“Every sound... everything,”
she continued.
“It’s all so loud. So overwhelming. I just want it all to stop. I want to disappear.”
Shane froze for a moment before reaching out and pulling her arm, turning her to face him. Her expression was distant, unfocused. Her eyes were swollen and bruised from crying, tears streaking down both cheeks. Her lips were pale and dry, as if drained of life itself.
Fear gripped him, fear of losing someone important to him once again.
“You should go home.”
Shane said. Julia let out a quiet laugh. It wasn’t amusement, just air escaping her throat. He fell silent, his hands still gripping her arms, as if letting go for even a second might lead her to do something reckless. Yes, he didn’t know her past. He didn’t know what she had been through, or what had broken her down to this point.
But he knew one thing.
He wasn’t going to let go.
“Home?”
she said softly.
“I don’t have one, Shane.”
She smiled, a hollow, lifeless smile. Her eyes were empty, bottomless, so different from the cheerful expression she always put on. Shane shook his head, his grip tightening unconsciously until faint marks appeared on her skin.
“I... I’m not good at comforting people,”
he admitted.
“I don’t even know what you’ve been through.”
“But I don’t want to leave you here alone. And if you need a home...”
He hesitated for a brief moment before pulling her into a tight embrace, as if afraid she might vanish if he loosened his hold.
“Then I’ll be your home. Please don’t go anywhere. I don’t want to lose anyone again.”
Julia stood still at first, letting him hold her. Silence enveloped them for a long while until she finally spoke.
“I... I don’t want to disappear,”
she said, her voice trembling.
She buried her face into his shoulder, and Shane felt the dampness soaking through his shirt.
“I’m just scared,”
she whispered.
“I don’t want to feel like that ever again.”
Her words came slowly, carefully, as if she were afraid he might vanish, afraid everything would collapse all over again like it once had. Her arms slowly, cautiously wrapped around him in return.
“You don’t have to be scared,”
Shane said, his voice low but steady, sincere.
“I’ll stay with you. No matter what happens.”
Julia let out a soft laugh through her tears. She had never let anyone see her this vulnerable before.
As they walked back together, Julia avoided his gaze the entire way, embarrassment coloring her silence. But for Shane, everything had become clearer than ever before.
The fear.
The worry.
The unbearable thought of losing her.
He realized he couldn’t endure that kind of loss again.
And for the first time, Shane understood, Julia was no longer just a friend.
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Shane had never cared much for anything formal, whether it was major business negotiations or something as trivial as small talk. He was the kind of person who preferred keeping to himself, avoiding social interactions whenever possible...
He couldn't have been more different from his father, a rising entrepreneur whose success seemed to grow with each passing year. Naturally, the man expected his only son to one day inherit the family business.
But life rarely follows the path parents envision for their children.
Shane had never shown the slightest interest in taking over the company, nor had he bothered learning even the basics of his father's work. Now, at thirty-three, he had become, by every measure, a man completely adrift.
Work meant nothing to him. His desire to live with purpose had long since faded. Yet he hadn't always been this way.
Before his life spiraled into such a miserable state, there had been a time when he stood at the very peak of his own golden age.
Once, Shane had been one of the country's most celebrated Gridball players. He was the star of his team, admired by fans and respected by rivals. Fame surrounded him. Every move he made drew attention, every victory pushed him higher. Until one unexpected accident shattered everything.
In a single instant, the eagle soaring through the sky had its wings torn away, sending it crashing helplessly back to earth.
"When are you finally going to pull yourself together?"
The roar of his father's voice filled the room the moment the bedroom door swung open.
"There you are... drowning yourself in alcohol again."
He stood in the doorway, looking down at his son with barely concealed disappointment.
Shane lay sprawled across the cold floor, surrounded by empty liquor bottles. His hair was a tangled mess, his beard overgrown, and exhaustion clung to every inch of him. Slowly, he dragged himself upright. A hollow smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
One utterly devoid of hope.
"Hah..."
He reached for another bottle out of habit, tilting it toward his lips before realizing it was already empty.
"...Probably when you finally give up on that pathetic dream of making me inherit your precious company."
His voice came out rough, weighed down by years of frustration. Without another word, he let himself collapse back onto the floor. His father's jaw tightened.
Was this broken man truly his only son?
The heir to the Greener fortune?
The future successor to everything he had spent his life building?
Still...
He hadn't come merely to lecture him. He had already made a decision. One Shane would have no say in.
"Get married."
The words were spoken calmly. Coldly.
As though they were nothing more than another item on a business agenda. A chill shot through Shane's body before anger rushed straight to his head.
"...Married?"
He shot to his feet.
"Have you completely lost your mind?"
"This Saturday."
His father remained perfectly composed.
"You'll be at the restaurant I told you about."
A brief silence followed.
"If you refuse..."
His gaze never wavered.
"...then pack your things and leave this house."
The words fell like a royal decree. Final. Absolute.
There was nothing left to discuss. His father simply turned and walked away.
An empty bottle shattered violently against the wall behind him. Glass scattered across the hallway. Shane stood there breathing heavily, every ounce of rage and helplessness burning inside his chest.
A long sigh escaped him as he leaned back against the leather seat in the rear of his father's luxury sedan. Seriously...
What the hell was the old man thinking? He wasn't some fresh-faced kid anymore. He was thirty-three. An alcoholic. A washed-up athlete. A man who hated social gatherings with every fiber of his being.
Whoever had been unfortunate enough to be dragged into this arranged meeting with him had his deepest sympathy. His gaze drifted absentmindedly toward the city skyline beyond the window.
Eventually, the car turned into the driveway of an upscale restaurant tucked away in one of the wealthiest districts in the city. The closer they got... the stronger his urge became to throw open the car door and jump out. But he knew better. Life had never cared much about what he wanted.
"Pathetic..."
he muttered under his breath as he followed the hostess through a quiet hallway toward one of the restaurant's private dining rooms.
"Thirty-three years old..."
"...and I'm still being dragged into a blind date."
He took one slow, steady breath. The hostess opened the door. Warm golden light spilled across the room from an elegant crystal chandelier suspended overhead. A square dining table draped in cream-colored linen sat neatly in the center, decorated with a vase of fresh seasonal flowers.
Someone was already waiting.
From behind, he noticed neatly tied blonde hair, delicate shoulders, and a cream-colored dress that looked elegant without being overly extravagant.
All right...
Let's get this over with.
Straightening his shoulders, Shane stepped inside.
"Good evening. I'm—"
The words caught in his throat. For a brief moment... he simply stared. She was beautiful. Undeniably so. But strangely... that wasn't what unsettled him. There was something quietly familiar about the way she carried herself.
Calm. Elegant. Yet somehow...
lonely.
It wasn't just her appearance that drew his attention. It was the quiet sadness she seemed to carry without saying a single word. He frowned at himself.
Since when do I even notice things like that?
"Good evening."
The young woman rose gracefully from her seat before he could finish introducing himself.
"I'm Julia Von Trix."
Her voice was soft and melodious, every word spoken with effortless elegance. She greeted him with a warm smile, gentle enough to put most people at ease. For a moment, Shane simply stood there.
It wasn't until she extended her hand toward him that he finally snapped back to reality.
"O-Oh..."
He cleared his throat awkwardly before taking her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Shane Greener... from the Greener family."
Damn.
Even to his own ears, he sounded irritated. He didn't need a mirror to know he probably looked like hell, an untrimmed beard, tired eyes, and a permanent scowl that made him appear far more intimidating than he actually intended. Great first impression.
Once the introductions were over, they both took their seats.
For the briefest moment, just before Julia smiled again, something weary flickered across her face. It disappeared so quickly that Shane almost convinced himself he'd imagined it. Somehow...
Sitting across from her felt far more uncomfortable than he had expected. He shifted slightly in his chair, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against his palm before realizing it had become damp with sweat.
Their eyes met.
Her blue eyes were calm and gentle, yet beneath that quiet surface lay something fragile. Something that didn't quite belong. The faint uncertainty hidden in her gaze caught him off guard, and before he realized it, he found himself looking away first.
"You don't have to be nervous."
Julia's voice remained as soft as ever.
"We're both only here because of business, after all."
Although her smile never faded, her fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the stem of her wine glass. The tiny movement didn't escape Shane's notice.
So...
she was just as uncomfortable as he was. For some reason, that realization made him relax a little.
"Yeah..."
A dry chuckle escaped him.
"Who the hell actually wants to get dragged into an arranged blind date?"
The words slipped out before he had a chance to stop them. He immediately regretted it. Yet Julia showed no sign of offense. Instead, she let out a quiet laugh.
"I suppose that's true."
"..."
Shane blinked. Well...
That wasn't the reaction he'd expected. The atmosphere, which had been painfully stiff only moments ago, eased ever so slightly. Before either of them could say anything else, the servers entered the room carrying dish after dish.
Elegant porcelain plates were carefully arranged across the table. The presentation alone probably cost more than an average person's monthly salary. Unfortunately... Shane had almost no appetite.
His attention drifted toward Julia instead. Her meal consisted mostly of fresh vegetables with only a small portion of meat. She ate quietly. Small bites. Slowly. Almost delicately. Like... A deer.
A quiet snort escaped him before he could stop himself. Julia immediately looked up.
"...Did I do something strange?"
Her expression stiffened ever so slightly. Realizing what he'd done, Shane nearly choked on air.
"N-No!"
He waved both hands frantically.
"I wasn't laughing at you."
"I just..."
He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"...You kind of eat like a deer."
Silence. For one terrifying second... Neither of them moved. Then—
Julia covered her mouth as a soft laugh escaped her lips.
"A deer?"
She tilted her head slightly.
"Do I really eat like one?"
A faint blush dusted her cheeks as she giggled. The sound was surprisingly light. Gentle. Unforced. For the first time that evening... her smile reached her eyes.
"...Yeah."
Shane couldn't help smiling a little himself.
"You barely eat anything except vegetables."
"And even then, you eat so little."
He shrugged.
"Honestly..."
"I think you're already perfectly fine the way you are."
Julia looked down at her plate.
"Not really..."
She smiled sheepishly.
"If I gain even a little weight..."
"It's incredibly difficult to lose."
There was a quiet sadness beneath her casual tone. One that almost sounded rehearsed. Shane frowned.
"You're already light enough for the wind to carry you away."
"So why keep pushing yourself?"
There wasn't a hint of mockery in his voice. Only genuine curiosity. Julia looked up at him. A small, amused smile spread across her face. She tilted her head slightly.
"You really don't know who I am, do you?"
Shane blinked.
"...Should I?"
Julia stared at him for a second before letting out a helpless little laugh.
"I suppose not."
She looked almost relieved.
"Just make sure you look at the billboards on your way home."
A teasing smile curved her lips.
"Then you'll understand."
Shane raised an eyebrow.
"What does that mean?"
"You'll see."
She simply smiled again. Somehow their conversation became easier after that. Neither of them noticed when the awkwardness between them quietly disappeared. Instead of two strangers forced into an arranged meeting, they were beginning to feel like two ordinary people sharing dinner together.
After another few minutes of comfortable silence, Julia gently set down her fork.
Shane quietly set down his knife and fork, giving her his full attention.
"As awful as it sounds..."
Julia lowered her gaze.
"My stepmother wants our families to be tied together."
A faint, bitter smile touched her lips.
"And, well..."
"It's all about money."
The confession slipped from her lips so naturally that it almost sounded rehearsed. She stared down at the untouched food on her plate.
For the first time that evening, she looked less like the composed young woman who had welcomed him with a perfect smile and more like someone simply exhausted. Shane leaned back slightly in his chair.
"My father's no better."
A dry laugh escaped him.
"He's obsessed with status."
"He thinks marrying into an old-money family will finally make him one of them."
Julia couldn't help letting out a quiet chuckle.
"My family wants money."
"And yours wants status."
She smiled faintly.
"What a romantic reason to get married."
A brief silence followed. Neither of them laughed this time. Because it was true. This wasn't romance. It was a business transaction disguised as fate.
"...But."
Shane hesitated. His fingers absently traced the rim of his glass.
"If I have to go through all this..."
He let out a quiet breath.
"...I'm glad it's someone who actually talks to me like a normal person."
Julia blinked. For a moment, she simply looked at him. Then she smiled. It was still beautiful. Still gentle. But something about it had changed.
"I see."
Her voice remained polite.
"So you're just trying to make this less awkward."
Shane frowned.
"No. I mean—"
He stopped himself. Somehow everything he wanted to say sounded wrong. Julia simply smiled again.
"It's okay. You don't have to force yourself."
The warmth that had begun to grow between them faded almost as quickly as it had appeared. Neither of them spoke again until dinner was nearly over. As the last of the dishes were cleared away, Julia finally broke the silence.
"I'll be honest with you."
She folded her hands neatly on her lap.
"I don't want to get married."
Shane wasn't surprised. After all they had only just met. Still, he nodded.
"I figured."
"But..."
She looked away.
"I don't really have much of a choice."
"My stepmother has already decided everything."
She tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"I don't believe a marriage should ever begin with force."
Her smile was faint. Almost painfully so.
"Especially one built on nothing more than a passing feeling."
Shane looked at her quietly. A passing feeling... He wasn't entirely sure what she meant. Maybe she was talking about attraction. Maybe she meant obligation. Either way... he understood.
"I feel the same."
He answered honestly.
"My father forced me to come."
He lifted his glass before setting it back down untouched.
"I'm guessing..."
"You didn't really have much of a choice either."
Julia smiled.
"It's for the family."
Four simple words. Yet they carried enough weight to explain everything. Silence settled between them once more. Only this time...
it no longer felt uncomfortable.
It felt... understanding.
After several long moments, Julia lowered her gaze. She remained silent for a while, as though carefully choosing her next words.
"...Actually..."
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"There's someone I love."
Shane froze.
"...What?"
A complicated emotion flashed across his face before disappearing almost instantly.
"Why didn't you tell your family? Why come here at all?"
Julia let out a quiet laugh. Not because anything was funny. But because she already knew the answer.
"Whether I said yes or no... It wouldn't have mattered."
She slowly looked back up at him.
"The decision had already been made long before either of us walked into this room."
There was no anger in her voice. Only resignation. Shane tightened his grip around his glass.
For the first time that evening... he truly understood. She wasn't the cause of this situation. She was another victim. Just like him.
"I understand."
His voice was quiet.
"I didn't choose this either. And the last thing I want... is to hurt someone."
Julia smiled. It wasn't the perfect smile she'd shown him earlier. This one was smaller. More fragile. Far more genuine.
She absentmindedly pushed a few vegetables around her plate before taking a slow sip of water. Then she looked back at him.
"If we really do end up getting married..."
Her voice trembled ever so slightly. She never managed to finish the sentence. Instead, Shane spoke first.
"If that really happens..."
His eyes met hers.
"I promise... I'll never let you feel alone."
Julia stared at him. Her eyes widened just a little. For the first time all evening... she couldn't find the right words.
A small smile slowly curved across her lips. Not because she believed him. Not yet. But because... for the first time that day... someone had spoken to her with kindness instead of expectation.
Neither of them knew what the future held. They had met only a few hours earlier. Yet somewhere between awkward conversations...
shared frustrations... and quiet honesty... the distance separating two complete strangers had become just a little smaller.
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Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains into the kitchen. The kettle chimed ding just as Shane stood yawning in front of the fridge, coffee mug in one hand, last night’s pizza rolls in the other.
Soft footsteps padded across the floor. Julia appeared, hair a tangled mess, her shirt slightly rumpled from sleep. She lifted a hand to cover a yawn, mumbling,
“Why does it smell like pizza this early…?”
Shane glanced at her, eyebrow arched, a smirk tugging at his lips. Before she could even reach for a glass of water, he leaned down and kissed her suddenly. Julia startled awake instantly.
Pulling back only a little, Shane licked his lips with a teasing hum.
“Mmm, it tastes like someone’s been nibbling on pizza rolls.”
Julia’s eyes flew wide, her cheeks burning red.
“What?! I just woke up, when would I even eat one?!”
“Oh, really?”
he raised a brow, unconvinced, then shrugged.
“Guess it carried over from last night then.”
She blinked in disbelief before swatting his arm.
“Shane!”
He only burst out laughing, grabbing a plate.
“Come on, don’t be mad. I’ll split them with you.”
Julia crossed her arms, pouting as he set the pizza rolls down.
“Who eats pizza in the morning, Shane?”
Her tone was sharp, but her voice trembled like she was holding back a laugh.
Shane gave her a sly look, shrugging casually.
“Well, me… and you.”
“I did not!”
Julia shot back immediately, her face still scarlet.
“I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet! When would I have snuck one?!”
Shane chuckled, shaking his head.
“Exactly. That’s why I said it tasted like pizza rolls—”
“Stop right there!”
Julia clapped her hand over his mouth.
He froze, eyes glinting with mischief, before gently curling his fingers around her wrist. Leaning closer, his voice dropped, smooth and teasing.
“Then maybe I should test again… see if it tastes like coffee this time instead.”
“Shane!!”
she squeaked, her laughter spilling out despite herself.
Their laughter filled the kitchen, turning the noisy morning into something warm and bright.
