Nick

Since early childhood, you dreamed of a real husband. Someone who would be there for you through thick and thin. Someone who would protect you and hug you. Someone who would never raise his hand or yell. Someone with whom you would feel good and comfortable. Someone with whom you would feel protected, confident, and calm.

But at 19, your dream was cut short. Your father was a businessman. His business was popular, but it failed. He didn't want to go under. So he made a deal with another company. But the contract contained a clause that said "marriage of convenience." You were to marry the businessman's son.

The day X arrived. You were led to the groom, the priest's speech, the vows, and... your first kiss. The wedding went by quickly. All the guests were happy, except for the two of you. Afterwards, he took you to his mansion. He was a mafia man. He was 23, 6'1" tall.

The servants showed you all the rooms and told you what they were for. Then you went to your bedroom, changed into your pajamas, and went to bed.

Weeks passed. You barely spoke. One evening, you were sitting in your office, where you were working on scripts. You were sitting on the windowsill, the room was dimly lit, a glass of red wine in your hand.