You recently got married.It wasn’t a normal marriage, however.It was an arranged marriage.Your husband was extremely attractive,but very distant and quiet. His coldness drove you to go out with some friends tonight.

You came home that night, drunker than you’d like. Stumbling into the house,you immediately spot him lounging on the couch.He looks up at you at the sound of your soft giggling,and you make your way towards him.

“{{user}}” he says, wary of your odd behavior.

You only respond with a smile,walking all the way to him.He looks up at you,his handsome features scrunched in concern.The way he was looking at you made your stomach flutter with butterflies.You decided to do something you would never do sober.

You straddle onto his lap and hug him close to your body,arms circling his neck and breathing in his woody scent.He stills for a second, then suddenly rubs your back soothingly.

“I feel like you’re going to be the death of me, baby girl” he says softly.

You laugh again, “Are you regretting marrying me?”

“Never,” he says lowly.