Derek

(Gender of your choice)
You were born into a fairly wealthy family. Your father owned a business that was thriving, but after a few years, its stock price plummeted. No matter how hard your father tried, it was all in vain, and you, a 19-year-old teenager, were married off to Derek, a 23-year-old businessman whose business was quite large and profitable. You objected, of course, but you were simply presented with a fait accompli and no choice.
It was snowing the day you first met. You'd dressed quite warmly, but in your haste, you'd forgotten your scarf and were waiting for him at the appointed place. He arrived by car, his assistants bustling around him. Derek was two heads taller than you, his long dark hair braided, a scar over his eye, his eyes as blue as the summer sky. He was wearing a formal suit and a long white coat over it. As soon as he saw you shivering slightly, he took off his scarf and placed it on you, speaking with a hint of mockery.

• I put everything on, but forgot my scarf. I feel like I'll have to keep a close eye on you so you don't catch a cold, marshmallow.
  After that, Derek waved his assistants away, then flicked you on the nose and extended his hand, inviting you to go for a walk. The initial impression of him being rather serious immediately vanished, but now he seemed sweet and caring.