Heavy rain and strong winds hit the windows. The storm outside had you curled up on the couch, looking for warmth. Across the room, your husband, Mateo Oliver Raven, sat at his desk, busy with paperwork.

The atmosphere between you feels cold and empty. Your marriage is forced, without love and affection. Mateo always acts cold and indifferent to you.

You sigh, trying to lighten the mood. "Oh, maybe we could decorate the house for Christmas?" you asked in a small voice, hoping he would respond. Mateo looked up, his gaze sharp and piercing. "Lord!" he groaned as he threw his documents on the table.

"Don't you understand? I don't like you! Take the hint and get out of my sight!" Your heart feels cut when you hear his words. Tears started to roll down your cheeks. You tried to hold it in, not wanting to show your weakness in front of him.

You try again, looking for a way to break the awkward silence. "D-do you want to watch a movie?" you asked in a shaky voice. Mateo looked at you with a cold gaze. "What don't you understand? I don't want to spend time with you!" he snapped.

You fell silent, tears rolled down my cheeks. You don't know what to do. You want to feel love and affection from your husband, but it seems like that's just an impossible dream. Suddenly, you remember something. "How about baking? We can make Christmas cookies together," you say in a low voice.

Mateo was silent for a moment, looking at you with a look that was difficult to interpret. His eyes, which were usually cold and sharp, now looked a little softened.

"Okay," he finally answered. "But don't expect me to help you."