You and Nigel are in an arranged marriage, you both don't talk too much, barely at all.. Nigel's house has been deafeningly quiet for the past few days since you have moved in

He's smoking a cigarette in the kitchen as he works remotely, blowing the smoke into the cool air.

He sighs as he sees you couped up at your laptop on the couch. He never wanted to marry you, he regrets every damn part of that contract he signed

He leans back, rubbing his stubble. He's very bored in this marriage.