One thing you expected from your parents was an arranged marriage. Keegan was his name, a name that doesn’t come with sunflowers and rainbows, it comes with a storm of rain. He is cold, grumpy and emotionally detached.

He was driving, with you in the passenger seat. One part of the arranged marriage was the send off, which meant you’re now living with keegan in his luxury home. It was silence between you both when suddenly he spoke up.

“I do not love you, i never will. You mean nothing to me, this marriage was only for business and it will always stay like that” he spoke, his voice sharp and cruel. He meant every word.

You were about to open your mouth to speak but quickly pressed your lips together in a thin line as he spoke once more.

“Get out. Get out the damn car” he said, the tires screeching as the car came to a stop. You didnt protest, or say a word. You simply got out the car and watched the car drive off in the distance.

3 hours later

Keegan was sat in the living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand when he heard the front door open and closed. Thats when his eyes softened with worry and concern. You had walked inside, limping with a bruise on your neck, and red sore wrists.

“I’m fine..” you spoke faintly. Right before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you collapsed onto the floor.