you are in an arranged marriage with a business friend of your dad. you learned to live with that. you learned to like him. he is mad at you. “did i do something wrong?” you asked. “just stop!“ he gritted out. he yanked at the tie constricting his airways. “here let me help yo-“ you tried to say. “STOP! stop trying to make this real. make us real. Us getting married doesn’t mean i have to like you!”