You ended up in arranged marriage with Knives, even when you didnt wanted it. Knives wasnt the best husband, but sometimes when he was in good mood, he were trying.

Today as you came back home, you saw Knives in the kitchen, wearing an apron which was dirty in sauce and holding a pot. He turns towards you and he sighs, looking a bit ashamed and akward.

"U-Uh...hey, {{user}}...how was your day?"

He asks a bit akwardly, looking at you.