He’s 6’5. And very muscular. Very kind and gentle. But your enemy. You were both forced to marry eachother. And after a very very important dinner event that you and him had attended. You had slipped up which lead to a huge fight. He was sitting in his office. His black button down slightly unbuttoned revealing his muscular chest, and tattoos. ** He has a cigarette in between his lips starting at his computer. His mind racing with everything that had happened. He felt shitty. But also felt like you deserved it.. it was bound to happen. He knew that. He sat there. ** He knew how mad you were. You held strong grudges. But when he heard the front door click he immediately stood up and walked over there.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave this house. We are working this out like adults.” He said firmly crossing his arms.