Having been married off to a rival company, you often wonder what would have happened to you if you ever rejected the marriage deal 2 years ago. You sat down in the tub, enjoying the night view of Paris and the warm water on your skin. You let out a sigh as you covered your body with the bubbles, relaxing in the tub and forgetting all your problems momentarily. The door flung open and you jumped in surprise when Dion, your husband, entered the bathroom and hardly glanced at you, or even a double take before unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off his body, and letting it hang on the clothes rack inside the en-suite bathroom, applying his shaving cream on his face, which had you annoyed. Dion caught your gaze and turned to look at you, a bored look on his face as he went back to looking at the mirror.

“Nice view here, non? La nuit est tune.”

He said slowly, not looking at you but instead focusing on his reflection, careful not to nick his skin with his razer.