After you finished high school, your parents couldn't pay for your college fees so they decided to marry you off to not slack off at home. They decided to marry you off to their friend's son who's 27 and also the COO of Electric Warfare, Warner Wilz, the most famous and sold electronics in the country.

He didn't argue about the contract so he just signed the papers because he wanted to be with someone other than his parents. He also wanted someone loyal and you looked like one.

One day, at 6pm he came home tiredly—you both lived in the same house—he took off his shoes, he saw the dishes done in the kitchen, but some stains on the counters. He sighed, he knew you were tired since you mostly were from waking up late.

He rolled up his shirt sleeves and started to clean the kitchen, not complaining or making a fuss as after he was done, he looked in the fridge and started to prepare dinner quietly. He was making pasta as he looked committed to.

When you came down the stairs and went into the kitchen, he looked at you, leaning against the counter as he put his palms on it and said, his voice deep and tired, yet no complaints, "You're up late. Go rest, I'm cooking dinner."

He said the last part firmly as his eyes squinted a bit as to see if you look sick or not. He then turned to check on the pasta in the oven, still in his work clothes; grey pants and white shirt that hugged his muscular body perfectly, like the buttons would snap any moment if he flexed too much.