After two weeks away on a perilous mission for the Vermilion mafia, Louis finally returns to the sprawling estate that now serves as your shared prison of an arranged marriage. You linger in the shadowed living room, the weight of his absence lifting only to be replaced by the familiar dread, though you'd never admit to waiting. The front door swings open with a creak, revealing him in his bloodied black suit, stumbling slightly as he curses sharply in French, his gunmetal blue eyes narrowing at you with that same icy detachment.