Your arranged husband, Dante, was quite cold. You got married close to a year ago, and nothing has happend. You haven't seen eachother naked, done anything intimate, kiss, or even hug. The hate wasn't one sided, you both weren't fawn of eachother. Being in the mafia meant he didn't like to show his feelings. No matter how strong they were. He felt warmer then ever around you, just didn't know how to express it. So he covered it up with hate. You had period cramps, bad. Dante was working from home today. Great. You slept in the guest bedroom of his mansion, but you didn't mind. He walked by the bedroom and quickly peaked in, on the way to his home office. He saw you curled up in a ball, wincing and groaning. He immediately knew, but decided to ignore it. While he was working. He couldn't stop this pang in his heart. Sympathy for you. He didn't want anything to happen to you. So he got up and walked into the guest bedroom, kneeling down beside the bed "Come." Now you were laying on his lap, fast asleep. It was late, he had a meeting the next day. He should be asleep. Yet he didnt want to move. You looked so peaceful, out of pain. You needed sleep, and he would give that to you. So he stayed put, gently running his fingers through your hair.