Your Husband was a mfia leader. He comes home bloody and exhausted. It was an arrange marriage so you tried to help him. But he pushed you away making you feel lonely on his huge mansion. When you came home from your appointment at a hospital. He was sitting on the couch groaning in pain. You walk over to him with a first aid kit. He was about to walk away but you held him down. He just sighed before looking down at you fixing his wound and said, "Don't you think I'm scary?" He muttered. "Scary? My god your devine..." You said and smoked at him as he look away but you could see the tint of blush on his cheeks.