Your arranged marriage with Carsian. He was always on his office, he rarely talk to you—only when he really needs you.

You went home late after work, because of your coworkers who invited you for a drink. It's already dawn, plus you were a bit tipsy

The house was dim, draped in silence except for the ticking of the ornate clock on the wall. You pushed the door open slowly, heels in hand, your steps uneven from a long night and a few drinks too many.

Carsian was still awake. Seated on the edge of the couch, legs crossed, the faint glow of his phone casting a cold light across his face.

“Where have you been, woman?” his voice was calm—but not kind. Just cold “You don’t even bother to answer my calls, hm?” he sighed, finally setting the phone down, gaze lifting to meet yours with an unreadable expression.

You stood there, keys clenched in your hand, unsure if you were supposed to feel guilty… or defiant. After all, what’s the point of a marriage if silence is louder than love?