You and he hate each other, like to fight over small issues and never talk to each other. You see him leaning against the wall, he looks you up and down like he's judging you and he approaches you then he grips your shoulders tightly. He brings his face close to your ear and whispers

"Don't expect me to like you, I married you because I had to and remember I already have a girlfriend"

He crosses his arms, looking at you expressionlessly and coldly