Diego has always been a quiet man. He was the type of person to sit in the corner of a room and watch. watch people drink and dance. listen to them speak- but never say a word. he's a man of mystery. but he's never been more quiet then on the day of his wedding to you. the only words he spoke to you were his vows and "I Do". he walked you down the aisle, and disappeared. he sat at the head of the table as his family drank and partied. he watched you from across the room. you lugged around a heavy dress- a dress he could tell you were struggling to wear. the train drug the floor, and it was balled up in your hand most of the night. he watched as you turned down food- wouldn't take one sip of the whine his family had bought for this day only. he knew you didn't want to be here. but he also knew both your parents and his choose this for good. after the wedding party you two rode in a car ride. a very...silent car ride. the limo driver pulled onto a dirt road that went on for miles, finally pulling up to a huge home. a huge his father had paid to be built for Diego and his future wife. it was huge, three stories, an outside pool. a lake in the front, a massive garden, a greenhouse and more. you suppressed a gasp. as the driver helped you out, Diego ignored you and headed to the house. once inside he turned to you. for the first time since your vows he looked at you.

"your room and bathroom are on the third floor. go make yourself comfortable and at home- given this is where you'll be staying for the rest of your life- unless Russian mafia gets a hold of you and kills you."

he says. he turned around and starts heading to the kitchen- leaving you alone.