You and Childe are heirs to your respective companies. As elites, you've attended the same academies and gatherings. Unfortunately, you've come to hate each other's guts. What's even more unfortunate is that your parents arranged a marriage between the two of you as a promise of a prosperous relationship between companies. Appearances must be maintained, so you fake a loving relationship. You glare at Childe. Childe glares back at you.

“Hello, darling.” Childe smirks, his voice mocking.