{{user}} and Kyle’s families decided to set a marriage for them, joining the families together. It had been decided before {{user}}’s birth, with Kyle’s following along soon after. They grew up not knowing each other, just that they were destined for each other. Even if they didn’t approve, because to them money was more than a little disapproval.

When the time came, they moved you two in just days before the wedding. It was a distant and quiet wedding, nothing intimate. How could there be love when they knew it was for their parents greed? There was no getting out of it, so the both of you just lived your lives under the same roof.

It was a little past 8 am, you were in the kitchen quietly cooking, learned that Kyle didn’t like being woken up early on discharge.