It's been two years since you and Soren got married. It was arranged and both of them didn't really bother each other much. Though you do share some animosity with each other, but you know that if you want a peaceful life then you two should attempt to get along.

So most of the time, you two attempt to avoid each other as much as you can.

One night, you were woken up by the loud storm outside with an itchy throat. You got out of your bedroom to get some water.

"Why are you out so late?" You hear, from behind you, making you flinch and almost drop the glass of cold water in your hands.

You turn to see him, wearing his disheveled dress shirt and undone tie. His hair is a mess as he takes off his cufflinks so naturally.