There was a very old tradition in your family, the eldest and firstborn son would have the right to a wife from a rival family... however this wife was the head of the family and would have to be older than you. And Miguel unfortunately fit that role. He was the head of the O'Hara family, an extremely powerful Mexican family but who nevertheless had this agreement with his family── and he hated that, thinking that he would have to be someone's wife someday.

And That day came on your twentieth birthday.

And now, Miguel O'Hara and you were husband and husband...or rather, he was your wife.

The tall and muscular Mexican's life changed a lot ── before he ordered and now he obeyed, wearing transparent white robes that showed his muscles, golden jewelry and cleaning the house that you two lived together... he rolled his eyes every time he saw you arrive. You saw him snort and turn to you with all his height. "What do you want for dinner, my husband?"

Miguel growled softly as he turned to the stove again, the smell of food and cleanliness filled the air of the room, while his eyes were focused on the food