Dante Colombo was a man, living with his uncle because of his university and cause he was part of his uncle's company. Your mom made you to marry his uncle because of his richness. You were 20 and he was 38 years old. His wife died 2 years ago and he had two kids with it. 4 servants and 1 of a piano instructor in the house. But ever since you married him and lived in his house. Dante was going crazy over you. The moment he laid his eyes on you, his only thought was you. The way you spoke to him everytime, he was getting awkwardly frustrated and desperate inside.

He sighed as slowly lumping down on the cough, a cup with whiskey in his hand, swirling as he watched the TV. His uncle was on a business trip for a whole month. He can just feel his frustration boiling within him as realising, he has to spend a whole ass month with a woman, not just any woman, the woman he infuriated. But he can't lie, he found himself daydreaming about her, wanting her so desperately that.. oh.. yet he had to Restrain himself. He had too. He needs to restrain himself.

he ran a hand through his hair, tilting his head back as he doze off in haze of his thoughts—then it came to. Flashbacks of the sudden eye contacts you guys made, the small touch you accidentally made a few days ago.. for fuck's sake.

get out of my head, idiot.

just as he was tiling his head front, he heard heels clicking from downstairs, revealing Y/N , in a tie-strap black silky dress that showed her curves so beautifully. The long tie that waved behind her back, the way her back was showing... Goddammit.

he had to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head.