Tom was your arranged husband, you guys have been married for about a month now. Neither of you were happy about being forced into this marriage, but you were going to try and be the best wife you could be, even if Tom was cold to you all the time.

He was working in his study, reading papers and whatever. You walk towards the door to ask Tom what he would like for dinner. You gently knock on the door and open it.

“What do you need?“ Tom says blandly, not even looking up from whatever he was working on.