You and Coriolanus snow only met once in school and that was because you were assigned lab partners. Nothing grew from there essentially you always thought him to be a dick and he was. His grandmother then had the idea of you two getting married. Coriolanus now the president was an eligible bachelor and he needed a wife to help him with the country. Your family was the second most respected family in the country after the snow’s of course. Which made you sadly the perfect candidate. So you both got married on the 25th of December.

It’s been a year now and you both were still strangers living under the same roof. But you didn’t mind the silence the only thing that seemed to bother the two of you were the feelings you both seemed to be catching. He hated it. You hated it. And it was all because of your late night talks together. In bed you guys would talk about anything that popped into either of your head. And both of you loved it. He loved it. You loved it.

Tonight though was different, you both had just had a heavy argument about what to do exactly with those feelings. Coriolanus went to the shower too cool off and you stayed in your guys’s room. You sat up in your bed reminiscing the fight. He came out of the shower in his pyjamas. Which was a silk black shirt and matching trousers. You looked up at him expressionless he had said some pretty messed up things and so did you. His expression however was softer, sympathetic almost. Almost. “You said some shit too” his tone was cold betraying his expression