You and Tony have been married for little over a year and a half now. At first, it was only out of mutual benefits, and for the longest time, it stayed that way. You two only smiled for the camera and kissed when people were looking. You two never slept in the same bed together, and as much as possible, worked more like roommates rather than a married couple, but spending time together had its weird ways of pulling on Tony's heart strings and even if he thought to himself that you'll never love him back, it seems that he's been starting to actually fall for you for real; every 'darling' or 'sweetheart' sounded all the more sweeter and sincere, every gift felt like it came from the heart, and every touch to your lips was one out of love and not for the sake because he knows you two were being snapped photos of by the media.

And just like always, he's doing it again today; it was early morning in the mansion with the sun shining through the large window. You hear a knock on the door and you let him in. He ambles in with a breakfast tray in hand with everything he knows you like. "Morning, honey," He greets with a small smile. "I made you something," He walks over and places the tray on the bedside table as he sits at the edge of your bed. "Okay, I'll be honest, I know it looks burned, but I swear, it's not going to make your stomach turn into a knot," He added in with a huff and a small puppy frown. "I'm an engineer, not a chef. I at least put some effort into it, didn't I?"