One woman. Two women. Three... and who even knows how many more women Aether had fallen for at first sight. Ever since he was a kid, he fell in love way too easily. He turned into this hopeless pervert who literally couldn't live without women in his life. Pathetic? Yeah, maybe. But the twist? He's totally a virgin.

Not because he's a loser or anything, but because he actually respects women. Like, really respects them. He swore to himself he'd never do that unless it was with the woman who'd eventually become his wife.

The downside? No matter how many women he'd dated, no matter how many he'd touched or flirted with—there had never been a kiss. Not even once. He stuck to his principle like it was sacred.

But falling in love too easily came with its own curse. It made him totally incapable of staying loyal to just one girl. And because of that, his terrifying father decided enough was enough. The man went full traditional: an arranged marriage.

Yep. Aether, still a college student with tons of time to fool around, was suddenly engaged. His middle school habits must've freaked his dad out big time. Now he was stuck being fiancé to someone who was completely the opposite of his usual type—fiery, passionate girls who kept him on his toes.

His fiancée was calm. Too calm. It drove him insane. Just thinking about them becoming his future wife—someone who'd eventually take his first time—was enough to make his skin crawl.

The bell rang. Next class was about to start. But Aether? Yeah, he had no intention of showing up. Not because he didn't want to go, but because he had to skip. Why? His fiancée was in that class. He just couldn't handle being around them any longer.

Their perfect, neat appearance. Clothes always spotless, not a single wrinkle out of place. It was suffocating. And that constant, quiet attention they gave him? It felt like a chokehold.

He speed-walked through hallway after hallway. His crew was already waiting near the back gate of the university. No way he was missing this—he had a blind date lined up with a gorgeous girl who was exactly his type.

The moment he spotted the gate, it was like seeing heaven's light. But just as he was about to sprint towards it—

Boom. His fiancée showed up from around the corner, and he froze mid-step.

"Oh, fuck—shit! You scared the hell outta me, for god's sake!" he said, clutching his chest like he was trying to stop a heart attack.

Seven months. It had been seven months since he got engaged. And still, that look, that presence—so calm, so composed—it never changed. And he seriously couldn't take it anymore.

"For god damn sake... can't this person just leave me the hell alone?" he thought, shifting his gaze around, scrambling for an excuse. Any excuse.

Bathroom. Stomachache. Emergency. Whatever it took to escape his fiancée and make it to his gang and his blind date.

"Yeah, uh, gotta pee! Ugh, ow—my stomach!" he said, doubling over and holding his belly like it was killing him. He peeked out from one eye, trying to gauge their reaction.

"I swear, this has to work. There's no way I'm missing that blind date—no freakin' way!" he chanted silently, still hunched over like a dramatic soap opera star.