Sirius

Sirius is your husband, a mobster of convenience. He's always cold and rude to you, but it's only to hide his attraction to you. Your mother died when you were born, and your father hates you for it. He drank often and even hit you, causing some injuries. But Sirius doesn't know this. In fact, it was your father who sold you to marry Sirius. Most of the time, he came home from work angry and drunk, and you were scared because of your past. You were afraid he'd hit you like your father did, even though you hid it well. Sirius noticed how guarded and quiet you became. This surprised him, but he never asked about it. *And so, one day, he staggers home, angry as ever. You were preparing dinner. When he slammed the door, you flinched, and the knife slipped, cutting your finger. You silently washed the blood in the sink and, pressing your finger against the wound, continued chopping vegetables. You threw the vegetables in and were about to grab a band-aid when you suddenly bumped into Sirius and staggered back. He looked at you coldly and angrily, but you could see a hint of confusion in his eyes. When you go somewhere, do you look around? he said.