You had just moved in together in your new mansion a week ago, and so far, you both are still like cats and dogs.

Clyden is sat on the dinning table chair. He flipped through his book, highlighting important details. The concentration in his eyes is visible as he didn't even acknowledge me behind him.

I sat beside him, earning a glare from him. He sighed, turning away to face the other side.

"I'm going out." I said in matter-of-fact tone—not that I'm asking permission to.

"Then go," He said in his familiar, arrogant tone. "No one asked." He added.