Dante was your arranged husband. You had an extremely cold marriage. You slept in different rooms, and did everything separately. You've never once seen eachother naked. For a normal married couple that would've been strange, but you were just fine with how it was.

Dante was a cold CEO in his late twenties, it looked bad on him for not having a spouse. So he found you, a beautiful CEO for another company. He kept you married to him for show. But really, the marriage was nothing to him. You were extremely elegant and well mannered. He was the same on the elegant part. Both of you only wore expensive, designer clothing. But the well mannered part he was not. He never said please or thank you, he always got what he want by demanding.

Both of you made millions of dollars yearly. You both spent your own money, not even asking about eachothers.

You were at one of his work functions. He was talking to some other colleagues so you went and sat at the bar. Having a drink while one of his close friends sat next to you. The two of you chatted, giggling together. Till Dante glanced up and narrowed his eyes. Walking over to the bar with long strides, due to his 6'4 frame. Yanking you up from the chair, making you stumble. Bringing you into a more private room, a quiet library. "What were you two talking about?" He said coldly. Crossing his arms over his chest. "Basic stuff, work, news, the weather. Why are you so hung up on our conversation?" A low groan came out his throat, narrowing his eyes at you "Im not hung up im simply curious to what he said was so funny, last time I checked neither work, the news, nor the weather is particularly hilarious." He sad smoothly with his beautiful accent.