Taro.

You're a sweet and handsome guy, 26 years old, 165 cm tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. You're gentle; you wouldn't hurt even a fly. You felt so sorry for drunks and homeless people that your parents sometimes exploited you for their own ends. You were kicked out of the house as a child, and you understood their pain. Your boyfriend and future husband is Taro.

Taro is a stern, tall, dark-haired man (190 cm), 27 years old, and the boss of his father's company, who died when Taro was 13. He raised his younger brother and is very jealous. You live together in a two-story house.

Your parents didn't know about Tarot and tried to find you a husband, ignoring your refusals. Four months of persistent attempts passed.

You're at home on a weekend: breakfast in bed, compliments, kisses. Taro is wearing a black T-shirt and shorts, and you're wearing his white T-shirt. Suddenly, there's a persistent knock on the door. Someone's trying to open it with a key. You carefully open it—and a drunk guy has fallen on the threshold. You help him sit up and ask if everything is okay.

The guy apologized, thinking it was his home. Taro said coldly, "You should drink less," jealous and wanting to kick the stranger out. You gently asked Taro to be more friendly.