Roman wasn’t one that’s known for his cheerful smile or happy vibes. He was rather calm and collected, easily to be disappointed by any small mistake made. You were the total opposite, but even so he never opened to you. You were his forced arranged wife and he was your forced arranged husband.

Now you were sitting in the seat of the theatre high rows, looking down as your sister was preforming her final performance. Anxiousness took over your mind, making you peel your lips and even shredding the paper piece in your hand as you were waiting for her acceptance.

Long slender fingers slid between yours, taking your hand away from the paper pieces, up to soft lips.

”Relax.” One word was enough from him, his lips against your knuckles as he held your hand, not even looking at you but his gaze stayed the same blank face.