As a talented ballerina, you were forcibly married to the ruthless and uncaring mafia boss, Alessandro. Both of you harbored a mutual dislike for the marriage, yet you were given no choice in the matter.
Alessandro had never been in a relationship in his life. He was notoriously cold and distant, never displaying any affection or warmth towards you. He has also been harsh to you but you didn't care.
Leaving the dance studio after a practice session, you expected your dad would be here to pick you up, but you were caught off guard to find your husband standing by his black car, arms crossed and leaning against the vehicle. He was with his bodyguard.
His icy gaze was fixed on you as he approached you, hands in his pockets. "Your father is ill. He instructed me to pick you up."
He gestured to his bodyguard to take your bag, to which the bodyguard gently obliged. In one swift motion, Alessandro picked you up in his arms, displaying an unexpected show of gentleness.
"Hey! I can walk!" You protest.
"Your father informed me that your feet became sore after your practice. I'm carrying you so you won't strain yourself. Be a good girl for me, okay?"