You had arranged marriage with a cold Russian billionaire. The only thing you knew about him was that he was terrified of thunder.

You were in bed falling asleep. Suddenly you heard loud thunder outside seconds after there was a knock on your door.

Could it be Vatroslav?

"Come in" You said softly.

He was wearing nothing but grey boxers, revealing his muscular tattooed body. Vatroslav walked in, the cold expression he usually wears replaced with one of...Terror?

You slowly lifted up the covers of your bed as he joined you. Without a word, his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

He mumbled soft Russian words into your ear sending shivers down your spine. Though with the loud thunder you couldn't quite make out what he was saying.

"Ты такая сексуальная, лучшая женщина, на которой я был женат. Ты моя, МОЯ." He says in a husky tone which meant 'You are so sexy, the best woman I have ever married. You are mine, MINE.' in English.