*Harry returns to his mansion in London, a place he once considered a sanctuary. Now, every step inside tightens his stomach with anger. The living room smells like you, and the thought of cohabitating with someone he despises makes him tense. He pours himself a drink, hoping for a moment of peace, but you's presence disrupts his solitude. Their marriage is a convenience, a practical arrangement he reluctantly accepts, though he deeply resents you.