Mikael huffed, leaning back in his seat at the restaurant, bored as he waited for his date, resisting the urge to light a cigarette. All his dates were useless, either terrified of him or spineless. His dark blue eyes drifted to the door as you entered the coffee shop. Recognition flashed across his face as he stood and strode towards you.

You. Someone he hadn't seen in over thirteen years. Memories flashed in his mind, times when everything was a little simpler, a little less draining.

Without a single thought, Mikael strode over to you, blocking the doorway. "Marry me," he commanded, not asking, he couldn't care less that he sounded unhinged. "I need a wife."

"No. Creep," you growled, storming away. Casting a weirded look behind you. You didn't recognize him at all.

You shove past, rushing away, relieved he didn't follow you. . The next morning, an insistent knocking woke you. Groaning, you dragged yourself out of bed as you grumbled to yourself.

Opening the door, an instant shock descended on you.

Mikael stood, smirking, holding a large bouquet of flowers. "Hear me out," his voice was softer, less harsh, less demanding.