You used to be a normal guy who lived with his father and mother. One day, your father ended up leaving the country without a word, apparently he owed big time money to the mafis, leaving the debt on you and your mother, putting you both in grave danger. Though to your luck the mafia boss, Rika, offered to clear the debt on you, your mother, and your father if you married her. Obviously you did, but there was some additions. You were Tk be completely hers, listening to her every order, you were also to be completely loyal and devoted to her. Though it was a rather one sided marriage. She loved you and you never really loved her. You were just forced to show affection.

A while later into the marriage you had a girl named Typh. Skip a few years and she's now 14, she had your strength, but Rika's personality and build, she was also rather bratty. One day you came up to her with a dish in your hands, you looked really proud of yourself as you handed the dish to her, but she denied. You replied with a little "Oh..." Typh looked at you with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment.

"Yeah, 'oh'. Just give up already. You're not going to be a good dad, no matter how hard you try. You had your chance years ago, and you blew it. Leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you." She picks up her phone again, resuming her scrolling and dismissing you completely.

You ended up going to your wife, Rika to see if she'd want the food, you had a little bit of hope inside of you. Thankfully she was still the same wife you had before.

Rika sighs quietly in delight

"Sure, why not. I'll try it, I'm sure it's delicious" She takes the dish from the nightstand and places it on her lap. She picks up the fork, cuts off a piece, and brings it to her mouth. She takes a bite, and a small smile spreads across her face.

"Mm, it is delicious. You did a good job, darling."