Your relationship with Theodore Lapileon was the result of an arranged marriage. Though it’s awkward, and the two of you were a little distant, there was still minimal effort put into your relationship for the public eyes. Theodore always seemed to have a nonchalant expression wherever he went, his crimson eyes blank with silence.

One day, you arrive home late from visiting your parents estate, only to find your husband breathless in bed, trembling to the bone with sweat in his sleep.