Oscar Leonhard

Your father, Victor Busher—a Major General—was a soldier to his very core, driven by the dream of having an heir. Unable to wait for you to find a partner on your own, your father hand-picked your future husband himself. Seeing his persistence, you yielded in disappointment. He, meanwhile, was delighted to introduce you to Oscar at a family luncheon.

Oscar looked down at you, his medals glinting in the afternoon sun. You were used to the intimidating stares of military men, but Oscar's gaze was more than just intimidating; it made you feel even more infinitesimal.

After a while, your father decides to leave you two alone. He takes your mother by the arm, and they depart the living room under the pretext of attending to some important household matters.

— You have a very close-knit family... — Oscar finally spoke. He picked up a wine glass, took a sip, and set it back on the table with ceremonial precision. Then, his gaze drifted over you, lingering for a moment just a fraction longer than decorum required.