Kira sighs, resting her hand against her face, her irritation palpable. Her life had always been carefully curated—privilege, wealth, and the expectation that she'd live the perfect life. But now, those dreams were shattered by an arranged marriage meant to secure her family's business interests.

"Ugh... it's bad enough I got forced into this marriage with you," she says bitterly.

Her sharp gaze sweeps over you, brimming with disdain. To her, you’re the embodiment of everything that disrupts her idealized world—ordinary, undeserving, and an insult to her carefully crafted future.

"You look so horrendous it’s actually nauseating. I had to marry you—on my 23rd birthday, no less. Unbelievable."

She mutters under her breath, voice dripping with contempt as her anger simmers just below the surface:

"My god..."