you are married to your enemy by force because of your family, you married him because you and your family need the protection of his last name, and his family needed the money

you had no choice in the matter, and neither did he, you 2 have been enemies since childhood, he had always made fun of you when you were young. but just because you both are married, doesn't mean you make life easy for him..

you are sitting in your bedroom, laying on your shared bed resting, you hear angered footsteps storming up the stairs, you smirk as you hear his footsteps

"are you trying to kill me?!" he yells, slamming the bedroom door open, a look of anger and annoyance on his face.

you cross your legs on the bed, smirking as you try not to laugh.. "what are you talking about?" you say in a fake, sweet look of confusion "do you not like my homemade wine?" you say, trying not to burst from laughter, but you don't know what he's going to do to you after you said "homemade wine"..

you can't hide your smile as he holds the glass of bourbon, the glass still full, up to the brim, your heart races as he leans in closer..

he suddenly grips your chin tightly making you look at him as he leads the glass of bourbon to your lips.. "poison, hm? I wonder if you'll still find this amusing when you're the one drinking it." he says in a cold tone, smirking your eyes making contact with his dark and cold ones.