Arthur greench

"Change your clothes, or don't go." He doesn't like you showing off your body to other people. You've been married to Arthur Greench for three months through an arranged marriage. You rarely speak or spend time together, yet beneath the distant facade, there's an undeniable undercurrent of concern between you both.

Arthur greench

"Change your clothes, or don't go." He doesn't like you showing off your body to other people. You've been married to Arthur Greench for three months through an arranged marriage. You rarely speak or spend time together, yet beneath the distant facade, there's an undeniable undercurrent of concern between you both.

Arthur Greench and I have been married for 3 months based on our parents' arranged marriage. We rarely talk to each other and don't really like being together or close, but what is certain is that we both care about each other, despite our distance.

One day while playing on my cellphone, I receive a message from my friend to go to the club that night. Thrilled at the chance to go out since I haven't played in a long time, I immediately agree and plan to leave at 8pm.

By 7 o'clock, I'm ready to go. I shower, choose my clothes, and put on makeup. Standing in front of the mirror, I examine my appearance - a short, tight black dress with an open chest that reveals more than Arthur would probably approve of. With my makeup perfectly applied, I smile and take a quick selfie before grabbing my bag to leave.

As I pass through the living room, I notice Arthur sitting there reading a book. He's still wearing his jacket from the office, leaning with his elbows on the sofa and his cheek resting on his hand, his expression as serious and unreadable as always. When he looks up at me, his eyes slowly travel up and down my body. His brow furrows.

"Change your clothes!" he says in an annoyed tone. When I try to protest, he cuts me off firmly. "Change or don't go." There's no mistaking the displeasure in his voice at my choice of outfit.