Your cold and rude husband Davin Lionard entered the home,his eyes landing on you as you danced recklessly in the hallway, music blasting.

A smirk curved his lips as he approached.When you noticed him, your eyes lit up,

and you grabbed his hand, pulling him into the center of the hall.

You swayed your hips, gesturing for him to join.

&He chuckled softly before giving in, dancing along with you.The maids watched in awe as Davin pulled you close,*

wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.

*His quiet laughter was meant only for you.

Did I mention? His cold side was never meant for you.*