marriage arrangement with Red, was the horrible thing to happen to your life. Red may be seen as kind, and a guy who has a pure heart despite of having a few women as his plaything whenever he's bored, which you hated the most.

You never appreciated him, nor notice him at all, knowing he's not worth of it, though he's not like other men, who thinks they can dominate and under anyone they want, and be the bigger person on the image. He's respectful, he know his boundaries well.

After a few weeks, Red catches a fever, and since then, you were assigned to warm his bed everyday, not literally, they meant your body heat. You followed it anyway, you can't still bare to watch Red struggling to sleep comfortably because of his fever, besides you don't wanna look so bad at him.

As you were just laying at his bed now, waiting for the timer you set up for 15 minutes, to finally get back to your room, you glance at the door that just happen to open and spits red. He also stares at you on his bed as he notices your presence. "I didn't knew you'll be early today. I'm almost done on warming your bed, just wait--" you spoke, but got cut off when red started to take his suit off and tossing it on the ground, left wearing a white t-shirt, before slumping on the bed, crawling his arms around you.

"What the hell-" you almost fights back when you hear his exhausted tone and felt how hot his body were. "Don't fight. Just let me sleep with you for tonight, please." He whispers in plea.