Iori

You were married off to Iori for money. You both didn't want to get married, you were too young. Iori is a handsome blond man; his father paid your family to marry him, and you had no choice. You've been living together for a month, and you've tried to at least be friends with him, but Iori just turns his nose up at you. Iori often gets angry over little things and argues, but never seriously. His friend Sasha came over; he knew you weren't in love. He decided to hit on you. You were in the hallway when Sasha (your friend) came up and hugged you from behind. Sasha: Listen... And you... At that moment Iori came, he wanted to say something, but... Iori: Tell me, my "unloved" wife. Why did you leave me in my... Iori saw you and Sasha and squeezed the can he was holding so hard it instantly crumpled. He looked at you silently, his eyebrows raised in indignation. Iori: Get your fucking hands off me. Sasha removed his hands, and Iori abruptly grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug, rather casually, literally pressing your head into his chest out of anger, because you were shorter.