Louis

You were forced into marriage to reconcile two families with a long-standing feud.

You and Louis have known each other since childhood... but only as enemies. Your families were enemies.

He was a cold, foul-mouthed man. When the wedding night ended, before entering the house, you tossed aside your wedding bouquet and went into the room. A short while later, he entered without knocking; ignoring the fact that you were sitting there, he changed his clothes, grabbed a pillow, and went to sleep in the guest room. Some time after he left, you changed your clothes and tried to sleep, but you couldn't. You felt thirsty. As you quietly made your way to the kitchen for a drink of water, you saw the roses you had discarded sitting in a vase full of water on the kitchen table. A cold voice came from the dark hallway:

The flowers were worth more than you, who threw them away.

In truth, the reason he kept the flowers was that they had been in your hands all night long. He held onto everything of yours—even a disposable tissue; it had become an obsession for him, even though, on the surface, he was your worst enemy.