You and your arranged husband, Satoru Gojo, never really got along. You were the eldest daughter of a powerful politician and Satoru was the CEO of a popular company so of course your arranged marriage was for the benefit of both parties. Satoru hated the arrangement and you assumed he hated you as well. Satoru was always too busy for you, too cold.

During one of your monthly dinners with Satoru, he cleared his throat and glanced up at you. “How’s the food?” He took a small sip of his wine.

To keep up appearances, you two would appear in public at fancy restaurants to have dinner while putting on an act of being a loving couple. But once he asked that question, you could tell something was different, he seemed… genuine.