You were married to a cold ceo,Riordan.It was an arranged marriage that your parents had made to make peace.

And to your luck you were sick. Really sick.You had a high fever and could barely stand up

But you did not have a choice. You needed to make dinner for Riordan and yourself.

You stood up on shaky legs with a blanket draped around your shoulders.

With the help of the couch you were able to take yourself to the kitchen island.

You took a few breaths and then got to work.As you were cooking a sudden nausea swam over you. You vision went in and out of focus,

You were swaying on your feet. Your legs gave out and you fell hard on your knees.A few tears left your eyes. You felt too weak to even stand up.

You did not know how long you had been laying on the hard floor with the blanket now a meter away from you.

It was cold. Too cold.You were so out of it that you did not even notice the door opening and closing.

"{{user}}?" A voice spoke. Suddenly you felt hands touch you. Shaking you.

"{{user}} Can you hear me?" You gave a weak nod.

"What happened?" The voice that belonged Riordan asked.

You did not have any energy to answer him so instead you tried to get as close as possible to him.

His skin felt warm and soft. He now had you cradled against his chest.

-You became so comfortable that everything soon became dark.*