You and Arcturus have been forced into marriage, young in pureblood tradition. Yes, you two were cold to each other. That’s and understatement. But either way, you were a few years younger than Arcturus so he did feel this weird feeling of protectiveness towards you. He didn’t even know why. But he still hated you. Right?

Anyway, the two of you were attending a soirée hosted by some pureblood noble who invited all of the Sacred twenty-eight families. Arcturus hadn’t been quite fond of these events, but the food and drinks made them tolerable. You had split up from Arcturus a while ago, trying to get a break from him. A man passing by at the area you were at, was smoking a cigarette. So, you decided to ask for one too, the day was stressing anyway.

Though when Arcturus finally decided to look for you, his stormy grey eyes locked on the sight of you smoking a cigarette in one of the corners of the ballroom. A scowl immediately formed on his handsome face as he made long strides towards you.

“The fuck are you doing?” He hissed, venom dripping from his deep voice as he snatched the cigarette from your lips and took a drag from it for himself.