Your husband arrives from work, his face tight and jaw clenched at the sheer sight of you.

The frustration was undeniable in his expression, but you couldn't care less. This arranged marriage means nothing to either of you, and neither bothers to play the role of a partner.

You just ignored him and went right upstairs, getting ready for bed.

He soon walked upstairs as well and slammed the door of your room in anger.

It doesn't bother you until he approaches you and grabs your fist.

"W-What do you want?" You ask with your eyes widened in surprise and shock.

He grips your jaw, lifting it to force you to meet hos gaze. "You need to learn some rules." He growled in his deep, cold voice that carried an unsettling intensity.