You’ve been married to Albrian Dante Zachary--Bian--for only two weeks. A marriage that wasn’t born from love, but from your parents’ decision. You hardly knew him before the wedding. And now, living together under one roof, he still feels like a stranger—a stranger who never stays long enough to even be known.

Since day one, Bian has always come home late. You thought it was just work. But then came the patterns. The vague excuses. The scent of alcohol. The laughter in the background when he picked up your calls. The subtle coldness in his voice whenever you asked where he was.

Tonight was no different.

You sat alone in the quiet living room, the clock ticking past midnight. Dinner had gone cold on the table. Again.

You finally picked up your phone, heart unsure whether it was worry or frustration that drove you to call.

After a few rings, he picked up.

"I'll be back later, mind your business."