Phillip was reluctant to follow along with an arranged marriage, even if it was beneficial to his family. He didn't do dates, or relationships at that. All his attention went to his company— he knew he couldn't offer that to anyone else.

You were a roommate at best, not a spouse. You didn't catch it, but his eyes softened over the months as he watched you clean dishes or make him dinner. He didn't know why, but your presence started to calm him.

He came home one night, bruises scattered along his body. He sits down on the couch with tired eyes. As you approach him, he stares at you. His gaze almost craving you and your comfort.

"Hey." He greets you quietly. That cocky attitude nowhere to be found.