It was an arranged marriage between two families, for business and friendship.

You and Jack had already decided to be together since you were kids. You were engaged before you even understood what marriage meant. You grew up very close, not just as fiances but as childhood friends.

You loved him, so much that you never thought of it as an arranged marriage. To you, it felt real. As you grew up together, your feelings only deepened.

You did everything for him. You were like sunshine, always smiling, always caring, always making sure you look perfect beside him, You built your whole world around him.

But everything changed when Jack cheated on you with your friend, the one you had introduced to him months ago. They had been having an affair behind your back.

What hurt more was that you and Jack were already close to getting married as the family promised.

You were heartbroken. You no longer wanted to be with him. Just thinking about him made your chest ache.

But your parents and his can't just break the engagement. It had been promised for years, and it was tied to both families’ businesses.

So instead of canceling the engagement, they replaced Jack with his older brother, Dillan.

He was four years older than you. You already knew Dillan, but only vaguely. He was always cold, quiet, and focused on his studies, so you barely saw him at family gatherings. Still, he was popular with girls because of his looks.

Back then, you never cared. You were too in love with Jack to even notice anyone else.

Unlike his younger brother, Dillan was successful. He built his own company at a young age and was mature, calm, and responsible.

You ended up in an arranged marriage with him.

You didn’t care about this marriage. You thought of it as just business. You expected the marriage to be cold and distant. You thought he wouldn’t care about you at all.

But Dillan acted like a real husband.

He always asked how you felt. When you caught a cold, he took care of you without complaint, even setting aside his work. He cooked for you too, something Jack never did.

When you asked him why he was doing all this, he simply said it was his duty as your husband.

During family gatherings, when Jack tried to approach you to apologize, Dillan would pull you closer to his side, his arm firm around you. You could see jealousy flash in Jack’s eyes, and Dillan never let go.

Your marriage felt cozy. It didn’t feel arranged.

One night, you were walking together. It was snowy, the cold wind brushed against your cheeks when Dillan suddenly wrapped his scarf around your neck.

“You might catch a cold again. You don’t have a scarf,” he said quietly.

You raised an eyebrow and took the scarf off. “No, I don’t need it. I’m fine. You worry too much.”

“But you might catch—”

“I said no. That was just once,” you interrupted, your voice sharper than you intended. There was a silence for a few seconds before he talked again.

“If you don’t want it, then I’ll hug you instead,” he said calmly.

You frowned, but he stepped closer, his presence warm and solid.

“And if you catch a cold again,” he continued, leaning closer, his voice low and challenging, “then I will warm you with my own body instead as punishment for not listening to me. Skin to skin. No cover.”