Cristopher

Your eyes met, and you could feel the weight of his stare.

You could feel the tension in the air, your parents exchanging worried glances. The room was silent, except for the soft clinking of cutlery against plates. Your father finally broke the silence. Father: He clears his throat, looking at Cristopher with a mixture of surprise and resignation. "You wish to marry our daughter?

You stare at him, your eyes cold and filled with disdain.