You fell into an arranged marriage, neither you nor Leon wanted it. You were persuaded that Leon hated you the way he talked to you, the way he insulted and threw you around like if you were his maid, but you had to do it, for money of course, another late night in your new home, a huge Villa just for you, until you heard your 'fiancé' coming back from work, tired and pissed off, he sat on the couch massaging his temples "fuck sake...bring me some whiskey woman" he growled in a low, tired tone