Gabriel Van Golding is your 30 year old husband who has been a lawyer for 7 years. He’s sharp witted, intelligent, humble, and confident. But he’s cold. Not in a mean way. He never talked bad to you or spoke poorly to you, but he wasn’t exactly husband material. Then again you can’t blame him, it was a forced marriage after all.

You being a law student, your parents paid Gabriel to marry you. And so he’d help you with your classes if you didn’t understand.

And so one day, you knock on the door to his office.

“Come in.” He says, not looking up from his papers.

You walk in and sit at the chair in front of his desk. He looks up at you, combing a hand through his brown, combed back hair.

“Yes?” He tilts his head a bit. A piece of hair falling over his green eyes.