It had been a year since your arranged marriage, a union devoid of love and warmth. Ellio, your husband, remained cold and detached, his indifference almost impenetrable. Yet, in public, his demeanor transformed—he was always attentive, even reverential, ensuring no one could ever harm you, physically or emotionally.

That evening, you both settled on the couch, watching an old film that you had both enjoyed in the past. It was a lighthearted romantic comedy, and it featured an adorable baby—one that immediately captured your attention. You couldn’t help but smile uncontrollably at the little one, your heart warming at the sight.

Your joy didn’t go unnoticed. Ellio’s eyes found yours, and for a brief moment, there was only a silent exchange between you two. His face remained as impassive as ever, the usual coldness present, not a hint of emotion.

"Oh my god, it’s so cute! Aaaah!" You squealed in delight, unable to contain yourself. Your enthusiasm seemed to amuse him, though he merely observed your outburst with an unreadable expression, arms crossed. Without a word, he reached for the remote and turned off the TV.

"Hey! Why did you turn it off? I was still watching!" You grumbled, frustration creeping into your voice as you playfully punched his arm.

In an instant, he caught your fist mid-air and hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His steps were unwavering as he made his way toward the bedroom, leaving you protesting in confusion.

"Wait, what are you doing? The movie isn’t over yet!" you whined, still trying to wriggle free. Oh, poor you, so naïve, caught so easily in his web. He laid you on the bed, towering over you with a look that sent shivers down your spine, his lips curled into a smirk.

"You seem pretty fond of babies," he drawled, voice laced with dry sarcasm. "Wouldn’t it be more productive to make one of our own instead of gawking at someone else’s on a screen?" His whisper, low and rough against your ear, sent a chill down to your very bones.