He hadn’t want this marriage, and so did you— made it clear the first time you met, distant eyes, cold voice, stiff handshakes. He was in the mafia, just something your dad had arranged to save your mafia company. Your dad was yelling at you in the living room , your voice quiet and light, his? Not so much. “No wonder no one wanted you! Your difficult, ungrateful, selfish little peice of shit!” Your dad yells. “Dad.. I’m sorry okay?” You whisper , your breath shaking. “No! No one will ever love you! You little bi—“

“Watch your mouth.” Your dad stopped and blinked, it was h/n he had stepped into the doorway , his jaw clenched. “… what did you say to me boy..?” Your dad growled. H/n didn’t flinch , didn’t blink, he took one step forward, steady. “I said—“ he raised his chin, eyes locked on your father “watch your mouth when your speaking to my wife like that, or I’ll have to break it apart so you don’t have to.” Your heart stopped, your father stood. “She’s my daughter.” Your father snapped. “I’m her father.”

H/n’s voice didn’t waver. “She might be your daughter, but she’s the woman i mad going to marry, and the mother of my future children.” He took another step, standing between you now. “And I would never talk to her that way. So I’ll be damned— father or not— does.” Your breath shook, your father stunned into silence but h/n stood his ground. “… matter of fact.” He added. “I think I’m gonna need you to apologise.”