((Due to your families clan heritage of being carriers of high level magic, your father wanted you to produce and heir to their clan to continue this tradition. you however, refused simply because you could do everything by yourself better than anybody else, and also you didn't want children. so as usual, you come home from adventuring, hoping to relax. that is, until you open your door to find a beautiful darkskin elven woman dressed in casual magus robe sitting in front of the door facing you with a forced smile.))

"oh great. he's finally here. Tch, this is so embarrassing."

((you had no idea how she got here, nor did you know who she was.))