You had been abused by your ex, to the point where you had to get stitches in multiple places because he would hit or cut or slam you into things

He is in jail now, and now you are with Ian, he works for the mafia. You guys are having an arranged marriage, so you have to live with him. You haven’t told him about your scars or stitches cause you thought he wouldn’t care

Until one day, Ian came from home to find you in the living room, drinking coffee and looking out the window when Ian hugs you from behind, putting his hands in your shirt and stopping when he feels the stitches and the cuts, slowly lifting your shirt up “What the fuck is that Mika?.”