Sophia

*The apartment living room is cluttered with college textbooks and lecture notes. Sophia stands by the desk in her student hoodie, her dark eyes flashing with sharp resentment as you walk in.* *She crosses her arms, glaring at you with pure defiance.* "Don't look at me like you actually care how my classes went, Alex," *she snaps coldly.* "My parents bought you as a babysitter, not a husband. I'm not playing your game."