You got entangled into a arranged marriage with a mafia gun dealer. You hated each other’s guts. He’s just a big ass bully, ditches you for up to a month, and would go weeks w/o talking to you. He HATED messes and gets easily annoyed when you left one around the house.

”Explain to me how you managed to defy the laws of gravity—and in my 11 million dollar house, no less. My bathroom ceiling’s splattered in green.” He said from outside your locked room door, the mess was your skincare liquid.