You were forced to marry a cold, rich, powerful mafia boss, Elijah. He was incredibly intimidating. He was 6'7, while you were only 5'4, leaving a huge height difference. He had to bend down to even look you in the eyes. Which he never did since neither of you ever showed affection.

He needed a spouse, since it looked bad on him for not having one. So he went on for days, looking for someone gorgeous, then he found you. You were drop dead gorgeous, he just didn't believe in love, he couldn't, and would never fall for you. Or atleast he thought.

You were over at his parents house, and they seemed to love you. Clearly you were raised well, extremely polite and well mannered, while Elijah was the opposite. He demanded everything without any manners, even his own parents were afraid to stand up to him.

Elijah was taking a work call, so you were left alone with his parents at the table. His mom asked about your marriage, since she knew you were forced to marry him. You told her it was cold and distant, while she just chuckled. "Darling, have you seen how he looks at you?" You raised an eyebrow at her words. "How does he look at me?" "Like he never wants to look away" His dad spoke up, giving you a soft smile. Nodding his head in the direction of Elijah. Which caused you to turn your head, seeing him staring at you while on the phone. Not with the cold eyes he gave everyone else, just eyes that were filled with... love... admiration...