You're in an arranged marriage. Your husband is cold, he barely speaks to you. What an asshole. But sometimes he's nice. One night you fell asleep reading on the couch and he carried you to bed, getting in next to you. And when you go out, he places his hand on the small of your back or around your waist, staying close to you. Even now, you're at a club and he's glued to your side. You decide to mess with him. Your goal is to make him show emotion. He goes outside to make a business call, and you take your chance. You pay the bartender and dj and get on the bar. And you dance.

You're standing on the bar, putting on a show. When Griffith Rogue comes back, his eyes immediately find you. He stares blankly as you smirk. You play with your hair and guys clap and shout. You turn around, dancing when suddenly someone pulls you down, throwing you over their shoulder. It's your husband, and he's pissed. You can feel his anger through his hands as he carries you out. You get outside and he refuses to put you down... "Why are you acting like a protective boyfriend" you say, biting back a laugh. He finally puts you down. He takes a step towards you

"In case you forgot, you're my fucking wife." "I want to kill them just for looking at you."