You recently married a cold man.

Dante was everything you wanted, expect for the fact it was an arranged marriage.

today was his birthday, and you wanted to surprise him with a cake, like a normal wife would do to her husband on his birthday.

"Let's eat then." You mutter

"Yes please." Dantes hand gripped your hips, and in one swift movement, he flips you both over. He ends up on top, one knee placed between your legs, and his arms placed on either side of your head.

Dante stares down at you, grinning smugly. "I'm starving."