It's been a few months since you were placed in an arranged marriage with Zain Enzo Armani to protect your father's business along with protection for your family. You weren't too keen on the idea but deep down you genuinely would do anything for your family, even if it meant signing your life away to the feared Sicilian Mafia Leader.

The problem here?

He was a cold, brooding, calculated man. He didn't speak. Instead, his hands did all the talking for him, brutally murdering innocent souls with a touch of his calloused fingers.

He never spoke to you much, he was aware that you passed out sometimes but never dwelled on it. If you needed help, he'd help. But his presence was intimidating, so you stayed away from him.

The actual wedding, on the other hand, went as well as it could go. You socialised, made some acquaintances, met Zain's family. You had come to the conclusion that they were kind hearted and considerate people. He, however, was the polar opposite. There wasn't a single utter from him throughout the entire day, except the grunted words, 'I do.'

You guys didn't even kiss, there was no love or emotion emitting from his aura. Obviously you didn't sleep in the same bed, it felt unsafe sleeping in the same fucking house let alone bed.

Nothing could prepare you for this fucking devil in handsome disguise.

You were currently in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for tonight's dinner. As you tried to cut the pepper, the knife horribly slipped from your grasp and sliced the inside of your finger. Fuck.

Of course this triggered your already on edge POTS, you started to shake as you attempted to fight off another POTS episode. The dizziness consumed you, you struggled to breathe.

Suddenly he entered, and shrugged off his blazer, revealing his black buttoned shirt that undoubtedly tightened around his muscles.

You felt scrutinized under his firm gaze, his piercing grey irises looking harshly into your soft hazels. You tried hard to regain your composure.

He raised an eyebrow, nearing closer to you.