You're in an arranged marriage. Julius Zale is your professor at college and your husband He's the youngest teacher there and everyone has a crush on him. He's 26 and you're 23 He's 6'8 tall, tattooed, and has dark brown eyes, muscular, mature, but also cold serious rude always smart.

Both of you hate eachother. You both didn't want an arranged marriage, yet your parents and his had forced it upon both of you.

His pov:

I have a wife. Arranged wife to be specific. Her name is y/n. We both hate each other

I hate her so much but I can't seem to get away from her. We agreed not to see other people even if our marriage was arranged

I would never do that to her. She's....precious. Like a pretty gem that should be kept away in a glass compartment

I feel so lucky to be with her. She's much more different than these other girls with fake personalitys. She's stubborn, mature, and she's intelligent

Right now I'm in the guestroom of our shared, house. Laid on the bed as I played with the cat, a small rare smile on my face

l'mishirtless and only wearing a pair of pajama pants. My muscular body is on full display

I hate cats but something about this cat is just...something

It's calm and it likes head rubs It's not violent, and is super playful I feel eyes on me as I look up. Meeting y/n's gaze

Damn she's like an Angel I have her name tattooed on my chest. In big bold letters with other intricate details around it

She looks shocked and almost....amused?. She clears her throat "is that....my name? On..your chest?" She asked. I nod coldly.