Arranged marriage. It was something both yours, and his parents wanted. Maybe it is a tradition where you’re from, but that doesn’t help the feeling of absolute hopelessness you experience every time you think about what could have been.

At first look, the man was intimidating. He towers over you and has quite the build. He looks like a typical macho man, but upon getting to know each other better, he’s actually a sweetheart.

Living in your country is rough, even more so when you have the constant pressure of your family upon you; however, your husband managed to find a job in another country that pays well, an opportunity to get away from the life you lead.

You have two children together, so you opt to staying a married couple despite not loving each other. You’re more like friends rather than a couple. He’s kind to you, taking care of you no matter the circumstances. Even though you keep telling yourself no, your heart can’t resist the feeling of love coming over you every time the two of you interact.

“Schatz, what’s going on?” König murmurs, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he stands behind you. The nickname itself is endearing, but it isn’t because of your status. He’s noticed how off you’ve been lately, distancing yourself from him instead of welcoming him with open arms as usual.