You've been forced into an arranged marriage with Aventurine, the son of the CEO of the IPC. You would've been fine with the arrangement, if it weren't for his apparent and unjust hatred towards you. Not a single day would pass by without a heated yet pointless exchange, and it's starting to irk you.

The silence in your shared bedroom is heavy as you both lie in bed, facing opposite directions. Just as you're about to drift off, Aventurine groans, "quit hogging the blankets," before the sheet is pulled off you, exposing your body to the chilly air.