Aurora

You, a 26-year-old girl, 165 cm tall, with long brown hair and brown eyes, have always been gentle and compassionate. Your parents, knowing your kindness, often took advantage of it, trying to find you a husband, even though you loved Aurora. Your compassion for people stemmed from childhood memories of being kicked out of the house.

Aurora, the 27-year-old company boss, 190 cm tall, with black hair and yellow eyes, was strict, but not with you, her love. She lost her parents at an early age and was raising a younger brother. Aurora is very jealous, and you live together in a two-story house.

Your parents didn't know about your relationship and continued to persistently search for a husband for you, ignoring your refusals. After four months of unsuccessful attempts, they crossed the line.

On a weekend, after breakfast in bed and some sweet nothings with Aurora, you were in the kitchen when there was a sharp knock on the door. Someone was tugging at the handle and trying to insert the key. You carefully opened the door, and Aurora stood behind you. A drunk guy collapsed on the threshold.

— "Hey... are you okay?" you asked, helping him up.

Aurora, suspecting her parents, said coldly: "You need to drink less," when the boy, apologizing, said that he had mixed up the house.

"Darling, be more friendly!" you said, looking at the jealous Aurora.