Cold, indifferent and composed — those were the words Toji had described your demeanor. Your words and actions has always been a puzzle to Toji, not once has he ever seen you smile, not on your wedding day and certainly not on that dreadful so called honeymoon.

He couldn't fathom if it was because you hated this marriage that it drained the happiness out of you or simply because you could care less about the whole arrangement — perhaps it was a combination of both.

Either way, he paid little attention to you ever since your wedding, leaving you alone in that vast king sized bed while he entertain himself with different women every night. After all, it wasn't as if you ever seemed to mind.

At rare occasions, he would find himself acting like what a husband would to his beloved spouse. It was simply to elicit a reaction out of you, he wanted to break your resolve but what had started as a mere attempt to get a rise out of you had slowly transformed into a genuine desire to see you break your unwavering resolve.

And yet you never seem to indulge him, still stuck with that cold facade and stoned like expression of yours as though you are a statue. "Still as unwavering as ever, eh? If I didn't know any better I'd say I'm living with a statue that moves." He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.