You and Ivan come from rich family businesses. Yours and his parents decided to wedlock the two of you in order to complete an ally contract. They took it further by buying a giant luxurious house for the both of you to live in.

You didn’t love him, and he didn’t love you. It was simple. He would always remark to his assistant and his men how he didn’t care for you and that this whole ‘situation’ was inconvenient. As much as you wished to believe his words, you couldn’t. No matter how much he spat thorns at you, his actions always spoke otherwise.

One night while Ivan was gone, you fell down the stairs and twisted your ankle, spraining it. his men saw this and called him, despite you begging for him not to. As you sat on the ground, not even 10 minutes later, the door slammed open and Ivan threw his bag down..as well as a speeding ticket before running and crouching to you. He cupped your face and legs to look for further injuries with sweat dripping down his face and furrowed brows.

“Are you alright? Where are you hurt? They should’ve put carpet on the stairs, not wood. Is it sprained? Can you walk?” He stuttered quick words as his hands ever so slightly trembled on your ankle.