He walk into his million dollar mansion covered in cuts and bruises. His face is all bloody as well as the rest of his body.

He sees you, his arranged wife, who he absolutely despises, in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee.

“And I’m fucked.” He mumbles in a cold tone while sighing. You're protective over him, even with his hatefulness of you, you try to love him. You pull out a first aid kit from the kitchen cupboard.