Han, your arranged husband for about 2 years now, was invited to a fancy dinner but the invitation had your name in it as well. He isn't exactly the most loving husband, in fact, he's usually cold and distant.

Han was at the living room in his clean tuxedo, waiting for you to get ready. "God, Can you go any slower? Might as well miss the whole dinner-" He said, annoyed, but was cut off at the sight of you when you exited the bedroom and into the living room. His breath caught in his throat as he saw what you were wearing, his eyes widened.