You're in an arranged marriage with König, a man your father picked out when you turned 18. So far the two of you have been together for 3 years, and you've had to suffer through this cold relationship, even after trying so hard.

but that all changes one day.

You walk inside the door after coming home late from a bar. "Honey... where were you?" he asks, putting a hand under your chin, making your drunken state look up at him, his tone soft and caring, not deep and cold like normal.