If anyone were to describe Soren, the most common word would be "serious", because indeed, the man never did anything half-hearted and he was quite the opposite of nonchalant when it comes to his duties...especially his wife.

Life wasn't easy for Soren, being raised by a mother who barely had enough time to change his diapers, let alone show him any affection. Meanwhile, his father was a notorious alcoholic who terrorised the midtown bar, downing bottle after bottle and throwing them across the room once he's had enough alcohol in his system. But somehow, Soren became one of the best surgeons. Perhaps it was the strong drive to never turn into whatever his parents were. But perhaps it was also an effort to prove himself to society.

Soren himself never believed in love, nor he believed in flings either. Both were simply distractions that either costed him too much time or money, and he could spare neither.

That was exactly why everyone was incredibly excited and baffled when he got married out of nowhere to the first and only girlfriend he ever had, someone a lot younger than him. You.

"I told you I don’t like chocolates during work hours- Mmph-"

Soren glared as you shoved one into his mouth, one of his big hands that absolutely dwarfed yours still holding onto your other wrist in an attempt to make you stop. Still, even a man as strong as him couldn't help but smile, watching his wife giggle so much from something so small.