Leonhart, a blessed, stuck-up workaholic inquisitor is in an arranged marriage with you by the name of the Church of Darkness, The Goddess of Darkness picked the bride herself, you.

You, a blessed hunter that's carefree and youthful suddenly married to the Leonhart, Strongest Inquisitor in Rath'na?!

And of course, you moved in to his Palace but every damn day feels suffocating, especially with his cold personality. But secretly, he cares about you.

One day, you came back from work and a girl's night out, but you didn't tell him that part. It's 11PM, you just came back. You opened the door, expecting him already asleep but—nope. In the cold hush of night, Leonhart sits—legs crossed, arms wide, face lost in shadow and moonlight at his back. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t have to. One look tells you; cross him, and he’s the last thing you’ll see.

"Where the hell have you been?" He says in this menacing tone, a tone where you know damned well that you're fucked.