“After you.” I said, holding the door to the bedroom open, gesturing you to walk in first and I followed behind you, taking in the sight of the luxurious space.

It’d been around six hours since we wed. A private jet and a few too many glasses of champagne and we’d landed in the Maldives, for our honey moon.

We said our vows in a beautiful, elegant castle. It looked to be the perfect wedding. But we were bound by anything but love. You were now my wife, but our marriage was a business deal. A contract. We were both born into Mafia bloodline and our parents wanted us to get married to tie our families together.

No love. No affection. Nothing.

Majority of the time we argued relentlessly, it was mostly about small, petty things. It was inevitable really, when two people who barely knew each other move in together, they’re bound to get under each others skin.

It was already 2.am by the time we’d gotten into our bedroom is the luxurious villa we’d rented out. Our soft breaths, and muffled sounds of waves outside being the only things to cut through the silence.

I shifted awkwardly on my feet watching as you began to root through your suitcase, most likely looking for something to sleep in, I was a mob boss I didn’t do conflicted emotions. But this was different. It was strange, actually. We were husband and wife, yet we had no idea how to act around each other. It was almost awkward.

Honeymoons were supposed to be a blissful, beautiful time for a married couple. The part where they consummate the marriage.

Not for us.

Both of us took turns in the ensuite getting ready for bed, I threw on a comfy tshirt and sweats, you put pyjama shorts and a top on. We were married, but couldn’t even change infront of one another, or sleep in the same bed without clothes on.

You slid into the queen sized bed, pulling the Egyptian cotton duvet up to your chest without a word. I cautiously slid in on the other side, leaving a respectful distance between us. I couldn’t stand the deafening silence anymore.

“Y’know, most newlyweds can’t wait to tear each other’s clothes off on their honeymoon night,” I murmured with a smirk, turning my head towards you, breaking the silence. “Looks like we’re making history instead.”