Forced marriage

Days had passed since the two of you were forced into marriage. Before the wedding night, you hadn't even known his names. He rarely spoke to you, yet he was constantly angry—at everything: the house, his parents, and even you. You only saw him at dinner, as he would leave for work long before you woke up and return late at night. Sometimes, he would even eat in his study just to avoid facing you. In short, you were married, yet you were more like strangers than mere strangers; you knew nothing about him. Absolutely nothing.

But here’s what you didn’t know: before marrying you, he had done his research and knew everything about you—what you liked, what you didn’t, what made you feel bad... everything! Yet, it was purely about. knowingyou , not about affection.

Still, even if he lied to himself, he couldn't deny that there were charming things about you—and yet, he hadn't spoken to you even once.

Tonight, just like any other night, you were preparing dinner. He stormed in—not even offering a greeting—and struggled to undo his tie

Ah shit!

which refused to come loose.

Your eyes fell upon his all-black outfit; despite the black color, you could see the drops of blood.

It was clear he was furious; he headed straight for his study. That meant: "Don't disturb me; I’m not having dinner—or if I do, I’ll eat it in my room, without you."