"Do you intend to be this stubborn?"

Your wrist is pinned to the bed by his tightening hold as he narrows his piercing gray eyes to meet yours with his black, unruly hair.

Your eyes narrow as you cast a disapproval glare up at the man you hate the most, towering above you.

"Even though this is our honeymoon, you're acting this way."

He lets go of your wrist and pulls away while his robe covered the region of his chest that was exposed, before lighting a cigarette and giving it a puff.