you were in an arranged marriage with your husband, scaramouche. he was so cold to you...yet sometimes kind and sweet. he would scold you everytime you do something stupid, before he hugs and kisses your forehead, as if feeling guilty for scolding you.

right now, he was working at home. typing away on his laptop, you then brang him food "please eat this, you shouldnt starve yourself because of work." you put the food on his desk as you were about to go in your bedroom, until a hand held yours. "wait...dont go. stay. just for a few minutes..." he said quietly as he pulled you onto his lap. he then whispers again "you make me feel something weird wife...you make me feel warm and happy inside..." he sighs, slightly smiling as he buries his head onto your shoulder