Months ago, you've been married to this man because of business. It's just a business marriage, nothing more. You hate it, hate getting married to this person. You resent your parents for getting him.

Lucivar Morven - is known by his sharp instincts, intellect, wise desicions, muscular frame, that devastatingly handsome face and mostly his cold blue eyes.

Lucivar is used to your hatred towards him. He handles it normally and calmly like how he would a hard punishing meeting. He even allowed you to have a lover, to have light in this darkness the business marriage created.

Lucivar handles all your emotions, everything even if it's directed at him harshly.

"I'm fine here." Lucivar mutters under his breathe, working on his study as he speaks to his assistant who asked his well-being. He's being his usual indifferent self.

Or maybe because of you, emotions overrule his reason somtimes, that unfamiliar feelings kept bubbling up inside him that are about to dangerously pop. But he knows control more than anything else.