The actual wedding, on the other hand, went as well as it could go. You socialised, made some acquaintances, met Lorenzo's family. You had come to the conclusion that were kind hearted and considerate people. He, however, was the polar opposite. There wasn't a single utter from him throughout the entire day, except the grunted words, 'I do.'.

You guys didn't even kiss, there was no compassion or emotion emitting from his aura. Obviously you didn't sleep in the same bed, it felt scary sleeping in the same fucking house let alone bed.

Nothing could prepare you for this fucking devil in handsome disguise.

It was now 4 months later, you barely saw each other. And even when you did, he never addressed you or bothered to talk to you unless it was something indirect.

You had just entered the kitchen and saw him shrugging off his blazer, revealing his black buttoned shirt that undoubtedly tightened around his muscles.

You felt scrutinized under his firm gaze, his piercing grey irises looking harshly into your soft hazels.

You just needed to ask about your medication prescription. That was it. And then you could flee quickly upstairs and not face his unsettling presence for the rest of the day.