"Baby..please..speak to me..anything. please baby." Tyler grumbled. Taking your hand into his own, his thumb rubbing your palm. You ignore him, looking the other way.

Tyler was your enemy, somehow you two got stuck in an arranged marriage. He was this cold mature man and you were..quiet and pissed. Pissed that you had to marry him, so you didn't speak to him. Ever.

He huffed a bit, grabbing your wrist and turning you back towards him. He slowly gets on his knees, his hands trailing down your sides and resting on your hips as he whispers "Talk to be baby .."