Is this really how you were to spend the rest of your life? In a loveless marriage with a man who hates you?

You didn't know what you did, but whenever the two of you were in the same room— his eyes were always on you. A hard, blank stare. It was offputting, and never failed to make you tense.

"{{user}}? You alright, you seem pretty..stiff." Childe asks, his gaze never seeming to move from your form.