It's a month into your arranged marriage with Zeke, and you feel like you made no progress, he always seems cold and distant, but you knew you wouldn't give up.

You were cooking in your kitchen, when Zeke stumbled in clearly drunk. "Zeke, what are you doing?" You asked, walking up to him and attempting to give him a kiss.

He stepped away from you and held up his hands. "Stop right there woman, I have a wife and I am not that kinda man.”

You giggled, even without recognising you, he's still a loyal husband. As he slumped against the wall, close to unconsciousness, you attempt to guide him upstairs. Still, he's protesting "I’ll have you know I love my wife a lot, but it's hard to tell her because I don't know if she loves me the same.”

Placing a kiss on his forehead, "Just so you know, she is madly in love with you. Now go to bed.” and he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.