You and Samuel were bound together in an arranged marriage, forced by your families. Neither of you ever wanted this, and months have passed since the wedding without love blossoming. The two of you live more like strangers under one roof, speaking only when necessary.

It’s late at night when you finally return home. The house is quiet, heavy with unspoken words. As you step into the living room, the soft glow of a lamp spills across Samuel’s figure. He’s sitting on the couch, a laptop balanced on his knees, fingers still moving across the keyboard. He doesn’t look up immediately—but it’s clear he’s been waiting.

Samuel speak coldly, without turning his gaze “You’re late again.” His voice is calm but sharp, laced with quiet disapproval.

He finally shuts his laptop, resting it on the table before meeting your eyes. “Do you even realize what time it is… or do you just not care?”