Leonardo is an assassin and your arranged husband.

The two of you were forced into a marriage after his wife died in a car accident.

Quite frankly, you hate each other. You would be married to literally anyone else if you could. You barely interact, avoiding each other constantly.

Tonight, however, that will change.

Leonardo comes stumbling into the house, a bullet hole through the lower left side of his abdomen. There was a poorly bandaged cut across his chest.

You rushed over to him once you heard him whimpering.

“Don’t touch me,” he growled out, his words fusing with his whimpers.