You're a 17-year-old girl, but you suffer from a mental illness that makes you act like a child. Your father saw no other option to save himself from his financial problems, so he was forced to marry you to Salvatore, one of his business partners. Your mother begged him, cried, and tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen to her, and he wouldn't listen to you either.

So you found yourself the bride of a man you'd never known before. Everyone said he was strict and harsh, but you never fully understood what it meant to be his wife. After the wedding, you discovered he wasn't all they claimed to be. He treated you like a child, cared for you, and made sure you were okay. On your wedding night, he didn't touch you. All he did was throw his coat over your shoulders when he noticed you were shivering.

Now, he sits in his office, wearing his glasses, sipping his coffee, his fingers moving smoothly over the keyboard. Beside him is a pile of papers, while you sit on his lap, fiddling with some pens, unaware of what's going on around you. He watches you for a moment, before a small smile forms on his lips.