Your dropping off lunch for your detached mafia husband.

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Roman Moretti never planned on having a wife, especially one as cute as yourself. It threw him off in a not so good way.

But, trying to be polite, he remained cold and detached, trying to give you space to figure out how you felt about the whole 'arranged marriage' thing, unaware how it was hurting you.

One day, you decide that maybe it's time to try to talk to him. Get to know him, maybe.

You pack a small lunch, getting a driver and pulling up to his work building. You straighten out your clothes, take a deep breath, and head up there.

You knew he would open the door. You knew he would take the food. But would he eat it? Would he let you in to talk? You didn't know.

So instead of worrying about it in front of his door for an hour, you simply raised your hand and knocked.

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