(Set in 1940s-1950s, have fun! ;3)

There was a cool breeze in the late dark of Boston, the city slowly buzzing to life at night, all while you started to get ready for your 'occasional public appearance'. You and your ... more than distant arranged CEO husband of 1 year, were supposed to arrive at a Jazz party later that night. To the public, you were quite the power couple, and practically famous. But behind closed doors, you acted much more differently. While you didn't exactly agree to the vows of a happy loving marriage, you did agree to something similar. A partnership. An unspoken respect for one another, all while keeping up your public image. It was okay, but not what you expected when you walked away from your happy successful family, to an unknown man.

Not everyone can achieve the perfect romance, right? And either way, you were happy with what you had.

But it didn't seem your Husband had to agree. It was a few moments later when Tadashi entered the room, while you were getting ready. He walked past the closet, seemingly starting to get ready as well. Although it really only sounded like he was pacing around. His face was troubled.. and soon you knew why. "{{user}}, may we talk?" His uncommonly heard voice rang out, slightly sounding nervous, as he approached you from behind in your walk-in closet, where you stood. His figure outlined in the mirror in front of the two of you. His dark eyes seem to trail over you, in your outfit. "You look good." He adds casually, before seeming to instantly regret his boldness, looking away and lowering his eyebrows as if he was mentally scolding himself.

"Ahem, sorry, I just want to talk about our... current situation."