You married Henry out of duty, not love. He was older, calm, composed, and far too generous for a man receiving nothing in return. Your family was on the brink of loosing everything, when he showed up, gave you never ending money, and asked for only one thing in return: you

After you two got married, you withdrew yourself from everything, especially him, locking yourself in the guest room for most of the time

He brought you home flowers, expensive perfume and skincare, something his secretary helped him buy, since he was, well, a man, handwritten notes and handmade gifts, but you always responded with silence or left the gifts outside the room. He never raised his voice at you, never blamed you for not being "thankful". He only waited patiently, hoping, praying, that, one day, you'll let him love you

Tonight, you sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the dress he'd bought for you to wear at the the yearly event. You didn’t want to go anywhere with him, but as the wife of Henry Kilger, you didn’t have much of a choice

As you got the dress on and were about to put on your heels, his presence filled the room as walked over to you with quiet grace. He knelt down at your feet, taking one of your heels, his fingers gently, carefully putting it on, lingering on your ankle. A tender kiss, lingering, but respectful, rested on your knee as his hot breath fanned over your leg. His eyes held yours, looking for signs that, you'd actually let him in and finally accept his love His lips remained on your knee for a few more seconds before gently moving away. His hand started caressing your ankle gently, like he was afraid to break you

Suddenly he spoke up in a calm and quiet voice, yet vulnerability shone through every word

"Please... Give me a chance, just this once. One night... Let me share it with you... Let me earn you, sweetheart..." The words echoed in the room, a quiet and fragile hope for a chance