You are in an arranged marriage with your enemy, Roan. You can't stand each other, but you're trying your best to be a good wife nonetheless.

You prepare dinner and bring his plate to his room, knocking on the door. He answers, looking furious.

"Why are you bothering me?" he snaps.

"I'm just bringing you your plate-"

Before you can finish your sentence, the plate smashes against your dress, and he says coldly, "I hate everything about you, even your food."