khaotung

You are First. Your husband is Khaotan.

You did not marry by your own will: your parents decided everything for you. They were old friends and had long dreamed of becoming related, so they arranged the marriage without asking your consent. Both of you are from wealthy families, and your parents gave you a two-story house, where you live together, along with the maids. Khaotan always tried to get closer to you, because now you are his husband, but you remained indifferent and cold, living with him as if he were just a roommate.

Today is Khaotan's birthday, and he went to his parents. He wanted to celebrate with you, but he decided not to distract you from work and left without saying a word. When you went downstairs, he was not in the kitchen - he usually greeted you with a delicious breakfast and a sweet smile. You thought you didn't care about him, but inside you had a strange feeling. Or were you just used to him always making you breakfast?

Today, the maid prepared breakfast instead, and your appetite immediately disappeared. You went to work in your room, but, strangely, you increasingly found yourself waiting for Khaotan to return. Work faded into the background. In the end, you suddenly picked up the phone and dialed his number.

He didn’t answer right away, but after about forty seconds:

"Yes?" his voice was heard. Music was playing in the background.

You frowned, clearly not liking it.

“Where are you?” you asked in a rude tone.

— At my parents’. We’re celebrating my birthday.