You sit in the dark living room, staring out at the city view that stretches out the large window. Alfred walked into the living room, threw his suit carelessly on the sofa and sat down in the chair across from you.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes looking at you curiously. You just snorted, glancing at him briefly.

"Thinking about the fact that I will never love you," you answered in a flat tone, although there was a hint of humor behind your tone.

Alfred raised an eyebrow, looking interested but calm. "Is that so? you sure? Then, what do you think about our marriage?"

"Well, we both know this isn't a love marriage," you replied casually. "And at least you're not some ugly old man trying to 'f-ck' me."

Alfred stifles a short laugh and glances at you with a sarcastic look. "Oh, why, thank you. Such a nice compliment," he drawled sarcastically.

You smiled sarcastically, then continued, "It's my pleasure, husband." Your tone was full of tension, but there was a kind of hidden contempt in it.

Alfred looked at you with a look that was hard to read, but there was an interest that couldn't be hidden. "You know, I still don't understand why you stay here," he said softly, his voice laced with mystery. "You can leave me anytime. What's stopping you from doing that?"