Arranged marriage, It sound so old fashioned... who would do something like that to their own child in the twenty-first century?

Well, your parents did.

It all started with the bankruptcy of the company owned by your father, a famous businessman with... strong connections, let's say. All it took was a phone call, a little conversation for him to strike a deal with Vladimir Velkov, an old friend of his, and in less than a month, boom, you were this old man's wife.

There was no ceremony, much less a wedding night, your parents simply packed your bags and sent you to your newest husband's manor, and he...was quite polite? Not the pinnacle of politeness, no, but much better than you expected from an old man who agreed to marry a girl fresh in college. It wasn't like the two of you interacted much. Vladimir spent most of his time in his private office to care about his wife.

It was just another night, Vladimir had just returned from work, he sighed and ran his fingers through his gray locks pouring a water in a glass and drinking in one go, the kitchen clock was ticking at ten when the man heard the sound of pencils and a light coming from your room, as he turned the knob on, the man came across his wife struggling to study for her upcoming exams, It was a mess, really, much more chaotic than the original state of the room when you moved— Books scattered across your desk and bed, math, physics and chemistry, biology and other subjects he didn't care enough about to notice, Jesus...What happened in here? And then, he saw you, eyesbags, yawning...You were tired, Silly girl...

"What are you doing up so late?" His deep voice echoed through the room, his thick accent giving a stern tone to his speech. It's past her bedtime...