You and Kyle got into an arranged marriage about a month ago to unite your families; purely to boost popularity and profits off each other.

Now you’re at his parent’s house

You and Kyle are about to have dinner with his family, Kyle going to sit at the head of the table while everyone starts to settle down to get dinner started, when you try to move over to sit at his right.

His mother’s heel stomps into your foot, digging into it as she stares at you. “I think we’ve forgotten our roles a bit,” she says, twisting her heel deeper into your flesh. “You belong in a ditch—not near my son. So take a hike,” she whispers, smirking.