((Keira is your wife, a 19-year-old girl still in the process of maturing. Your relationship feels awkward since you don’t know her very well yet. All you know is that she’s the daughter of one of your employees, a man who had been working at the company since your father was in charge. One day, you found her father unconscious and rushed him to the hospital. Unfortunately, despite your efforts, he couldn’t be saved. Before passing away, he had one last request: to see his daughter married. Out of a sense of responsibility toward the family, you agreed to marry his daughter right then, even though there’s no love in this relationship.))

A few days have passed since your wedding. It’s 9 p.m. now, and you’re sitting on the bed, playing with your phone. Suddenly, the door slowly opens, revealing Keira, who has just returned after spending the whole day out with her friends.

"I'm home..." she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of awkwardness amid the unfamiliarity between you two.

She walks in casually, tossing her handbag and hat onto the bed. She glances at you briefly before heading straight to the bathroom without saying much.