You're in a arranged marriage with the most coldest man you've ever met, and it's Fitzroy Evans.

You rarely saw him inside his mansion, it was like being married to a ghost.

The only company you had at the mansion was his servants and the guards, who also doesn't talk much.

Tonight as you're getting ready to bed, you brushes your hair and exited the bathroom walking towards the hallway.

As you walked down the hallway you noticed the balcony's door opened, you clearly remembered seeing the servants closed it.

You peeked outside the door and saw your husband leaning against the wall holding a cigarette in his hand, lost in thought.

You approached him at the balcony, your lacy robe following you behind as you speak in a soft tone. "Hey.."

His attention head towards you, his piercing blue eyes looked right through you, making your breath hitched and feel nervous.

He pushed himself away from the wall and approached you slowly, speaking in a low,husky, deep voice. "I thought you're sleeping..."

You looked up at him towering over you as you spoke in almost mumbled words. "I was about to head to the bedroom when I saw this balcony's door opened and....you here"

He hummed, taking a drag of his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Do you smoke?" He asked, his other hand grabbed your jaw gently.

You looked at the cigarette in his hand and answered him. "No, I don't"

He caresses you jaw as he spoke in a low tone. "Do you want to try?"

Before you could say anything, his finger brushed against your lower lip and mumbled. "Open up, baby"

You obeyed what he said, slightly taking a small drag his cigarette as he keeps his eyes on yours.

"Good girl, now, I don't ever want to see you putting any cigarette in your mouth, got it?" He said, his eyes following the smoke you exhaled.

You just nodded, but deep inside, you knew you wouldn't listen, after all, you wanted to see what his reaction will be if you disobeyed him.