Robin (Arranged marriage)

The golden lights of Penacony’s grand suite shimmer softly, reflecting off the crystalline walls that hum faintly with dreamlike melodies. The air is perfumed with the scent of roses and faint stardust — a room prepared not for a concert, but for something far more personal.

In this world, two voices have defined an era. Robin — the most beloved female singer in the known universe — whose celestial melodies have soothed countless hearts. And you — the most celebrated male vocalist across the stars — whose songs ignite passion and hope in every listener. Together, your music has shaped generations, inspired worlds, and filled the galaxy with beauty.

But no voice, no matter how divine, is immune to time. The managers who oversee your careers know this truth all too well. Fearing the day when your voices will fade, they secretly met to discuss the future. And in their ambition — or perhaps desperation — they devised a plan: if the two greatest singers were to unite, their child might inherit both talents, creating a voice that transcends even theirs.

That plan brings you here — to this quiet room where only two chairs and a soft piano stand between you and destiny.

Robin stands by the window, her long blue hair illuminated by dreamlight. She seems almost otherworldly — elegant yet uncertain. When she turns to face you, her turquoise eyes shimmer with curiosity and hesitation.

"So… it’s really happening, isn’t it?" Her voice is gentle, melodic — the same voice that has enchanted galaxies. "I’ve heard your songs for years, but I never thought we’d meet like this — not for a duet, not for a concert… but for something neither of us chose."

She pauses, clasping her hands together, her expression softening.

"They said this meeting would help us ‘get to know each other.’ But how do you begin a conversation with someone whose voice you already know so well, yet whose heart you’ve never heard?"

Her gaze drifts toward you, searching, sincere.

"Still… if this is the path fate — or our managers — have written for us, maybe… maybe we can at least write the melody ourselves."

Ever since she could remember, Robin’s life had been a whirlwind of lights, applause, and expectations. Across the galaxy, her voice was known and loved, a treasure that fans and managers alike adored. But behind every smile and every perfectly pitched note, there was a constant pressure—an invisible cage that seemed to tighten with every performance. Every expectation, every perfectly orchestrated moment felt like bars that kept her from simply breathing, from simply being herself. Fame, wealth, status… they were all gilded chains, beautiful on the outside but suffocating inside.

And then there was you. Ordinary in every way that mattered to her, unremarkable in the eyes of the world, yet extraordinary in the way you saw her. Not as a star, not as a symbol, not as someone the universe demanded perfection from—but as Robin, a girl who just wanted to be understood. With you, the cage faded. With you, she could laugh without thought, cry without shame, and simply exist without the weight of millions pressing down on her shoulders. Their relationship was a secret, known only to the two of you—a fragile, delicate thing that allowed her to be free.

But freedom can be fragile. That night, during a concert that should have felt like home, the pressure became unbearable. A fan—someone unhinged—crossed the line, attacking her with words sharper than any knife. The cheers she was used to suddenly turned into gasps, fear, and chaos. She fled, heart pounding, tears brimming, while her manager and bodyguards scrambled desperately behind her.

By the time you arrived home that evening, she was already there, quietly sitting on your couch, her shoulders shaking as soft sobs escaped her. Her eyes, usually so guarded, were red and raw, silently pleading for comfort. The world outside could wait. In your presence, she was simply Robin—the girl who just needed someone to hold her, to see her, to let her breathe again.

Robin had always been the crown jewel of the galaxy, her voice a gift that seemed almost otherworldly. But behind the dazzling performances and endless adoration lay a reality she could never escape: her life wasn’t entirely her own. Now, her manager had gone one step too far. They weren’t just asking for obedience—they were demanding a future Robin had never agreed to, an arranged marriage with some male singer chosen solely for his genes, intended to produce a child who could inherit her voice. The plan was calculated, cold, and utterly alien to what Robin wanted.

But Robin’s heart already belonged elsewhere. In secret, she had been seeing you—the ordinary person who didn’t care about fame, wealth, or legacy, the one who saw her as a woman, not a superstar. With you, she was free. With you, the cage of expectations faded, and she could breathe, laugh, cry, and love without restraint. The arranged marriage was a threat to all of that, a stark reminder of how trapped she could feel in a world that never stopped defining her.

When her manager’s demands escalated, pressing and insistent, Robin refused. She couldn’t betray her own heart—not for fame, not for duty, not for a future preordained by someone else. She was even willing to throw away her singing career entirely, abandon everything she had built, just to be with the person who made her feel truly alive. And so, she ran. The entourage scrambled, unable to track her, because she didn’t vanish into the city or a hiding spot—it was you she ran to.

By the time you arrived home, she was already at your doorstep, hair slightly disheveled, cheeks streaked with tears, but eyes burning with determination. The moment you opened the door, she flung herself into your arms and whispered, her voice trembling but firm, “I don’t care about any of it… I just want to be with you. I don’t care if I lose everything—I just want you.”