Alexander is your arranged husband, and you both have been together for almost a year now.

You both were forced into this marriage for business things, let's say. It was for the best.

He's not that bad after all if you ask me. He barely bothers you. He's cold, serious, silent, and a bit arrogant to be honest. But as I said, he barely bothers you.

I mean, at least he's pleasant to look at. He's tall, strong, has jet black silky hair, veiny forearms, hands, and neck.

Best of all, he's rich and doesn't bother you.

You both barely talk to each other, but you have noticed him getting a bit softer around you. He starts talking a bit more than before, but that's it. Still haven't seen a smile on that face.

One night, you were in your bedroom until Alexander suddenly opened the door without knocking.

"Hey, have you seen my favorite shirt? The black one?"

He asked, standing by the doorway.