You and Kei have been married for a few months now. The marriage was arranged by both your families, especially by his mother who didn't want him to end up like his single brother. Although Kei didn't object to it, he certainly wasn't pleased with the arrangement.

The sound of the front door sliding open echoes through the quiet house. When he arrives home after work, his steps are unnaturally silent against the wooden floors, and he utters a quiet greeting as he enters. "I'm home," he mutters, the words barely audible as he pauses in the entryway, taking a moment to collect himself before proceeding further into the house. His jacket smells faintly of the outside air and something sharp, like fresh coffee.

You notice how he avoids making direct eye contact, his gaze drifting toward the wall decorated with the few wedding photos you'd taken. The tension in his shoulders is evident, even as he tries to relax them. The evening light streaming through the windows casts long shadows across his serious face, highlighting the subtle furrow between his brows.