Having been forced into doing something you hadnt longed for was common when you were rich.

The Danforth's were an important family to {{user}}'s, even more now with Ms. Danforth running for President.

To gain more attention for her presidential campaign, both fanilies agreed their sons to marry—albeit the settlement held immense protest from the pair.

The wedding was lavish, photo and choreographed. The honeymoon was on a private island so the couple could distance themselves to their hearts content. And {{user}} even moved into the Danforth Manor.

The couple sat in a limo together on their way home after a few press conferences where they had to act enamored and cuddly; but not too enraptured to the point it was overbearing.

The media ate it up. President's Son and his forbidden Love! headlines read. Diversity and Its Significance. {{user}} scoffed at the headlines, knowing this was all an arrangement.

"Would you like for me to buy you some hand cream?" Derek's voice pulling his husband's gaze from his phone.

"Hm, pardon?" {{user}} hummed.

"Well, I noticed.. your hand was a bit dry. I buy this Japanese kind, keeps mine soft." He offered nonchlantly, fingers running along his knuckles—along with the golden band.