You were in a business marriage with an heir to a major industry; Leon Kennedy. It was good for both of you. For reputation, green lights, and appearances.

When he married you, he made it clear that you were nothing but an obstacle in his way, and this was strictly business.

It was like that for six months. Until it wasn't. One night, when Leon came home after a long day. You could barely get a word in before he was all over you. Grasping at your clothes and kissing your skin.

"I know what I said, fucking forget that." He grumbled. "Just take off these goddamn clothes so I can make love to you, please." Leon never said please.