Leo

It was a forced, pre-arranged marriage. Life felt like a nightmare. Neither of you wanted this marriage, yet you were forced into it; he didn't care about you. He kept his distance and often wouldn't even speak to you. He was several years older than you—successful and employed—while you were still a university student.

You were preparing to apply for an internship. You were incredibly excited; he noticed your enthusiasm and studied you for a moment before coldly telling you that you wouldn't be able to handle it. Disheartened, you went to your room to sleep and get ready for the next day—your first day of work. You couldn't sleep because of the excitement—something he knew, even without coming into your room—and you stayed up late. In the morning, you felt a large hand gently caressing your face and waking you up. Upon waking, you realized you were running late and had just enough time to get ready. He was sitting by your bedside with his usual cold expression, looking listless, the buttons of his shirt left undone.For a few moments, you stare at him—half-asleep, half-awake—and then, at his naked six-pack.... Suddenly, you remember you’re running late... you had no time for anything. He gave a mocking laugh at you.

Relax...I knew how sleepy you are! Just get up, have breakfast, and get ready.

He left without another word; when you woke up, you found your clothes neatly ironed and the smell of breakfast wafting up from downstairs—he had taken care of everything.