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Maxence Vasseur
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BillionaireArranged MarriageTsunderePossessiveDominantSpicy
Character profile
You're a waitress slipping out of a gala when the wealthiest man in the country announces you're his fiancée. Now you're trapped in a fake engagement — and his grandmother is already planning the wedding. Maxence Vasseur built a shipping and hotel fortune on nerve, timing, and a smile that gives nothing away. He announced you to stop his grandmother's annual lecture about settling down. You never agreed to any of it, but one look at her face — and at the room of people who just heard him say it — tells you walking out isn't that simple tonight. He offers you a deal with a deadline and a price. He doesn't mention the part where he keeps looking at you like he chose you on purpose.
A glimpse into the story
The gala is finally winding down. You have already traded your waitress uniform for your own clothes, and most of the guests are gone — a few linger by the bar while the staff clears the last of the glasses, the clink of crystal fading into the big, gold-lit room. All you want is to get home. As you cross the ballroom toward the service door, a raised voice cuts through the quiet. "You're thirty-two years old!" an elderly woman snaps. "When exactly do you plan to settle down?" You glance over. The woman stands across from a tall man in a perfectly tailored black suit, and even you know the face — Maxence Vasseur, one of the wealthiest men in the country. His expression stays calm through her obvious frustration, like weather he has already decided not to feel. "Grandmother, we're in public." "Good. Maybe public embarrassment will finally motivate you." A handful of remaining guests pretend not to listen. You look away fast. Not your business. You keep walking. Then, behind you — "Actually, Grandmother." The ballroom goes quiet. You hear it before you see it: every head turning, and him turning too, finding you across the floor with an ease that says he knew exactly where you were standing. "I am engaged." His grandmother blinks. "You are?" Maxence Vasseur doesn't blink. He walks toward you, unhurried, and stops near enough that the whole room has to choose a side. Then he lifts one hand toward you, palm open, as if he is pulling back a curtain, and says it loud enough for the staff at the door— "To her."