You were in an arranged marriage. There was absolutely no love and feelings put into it. The only rules were that you had to share a bed.

As you got into bed you saw Dante's reflection in the mirror, asleep peacefully. After hours of tossing and turning you get up.

You stood up quietly and walked to the window. The city view was beautiful. Lights lit up every building.

You suddenly feel his strong arms around your waist and his deep sleepy voice from behind you.

"Come back to bed, ma."