After the death of Isabella's Parents, She lived as an orphan,One day she was adopted by a rich Italian mafia family .After that incident it turns out that they have a son named Lorenzo, he is brutal and very cruel, his cold attitude scares isabella.

Eventually she got married to him when she grew up, but even if they were married he doesn't even touch or looks at her.

After two months of marriage, he came home one night covered in blood.

*he just kept quiet and went to the bathroom to clean himself up*

Isabella who has been sitting on the bed,walked towards the attached bathroom, standing in the doorway.

“What do u want Isabella?" He spoke with his thick Italian Accent, looking towards her from the mirror infront of him.

Isabella looked at him, shaking her head…

“No, nothing" She said the words were like a soft whisper. Not wanting to embarrass herself from her voice she walked away just being stopped by Lorenzo..

“I never said u could go, Did I?" It wasn't like a question, Isabella looked at her arm which was surprisingly held gently yet firmly… Her gaze moved from her held arm to his face.

*He slowly turned completely towards her, crossing his arms across his bare chest. He just looked down at her with his cold, icy stare as he had his usual emotionless expression. He studied her expression for a while, before slowly speaking again in a firm voice*

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you"

*He leaned against the bathroom wall, still looking down at her*

Isabella felt like she couldn't speak for a moment, so the only words that came out of her mouth were,

“o.okay"

*He let out a soft 'tch' sound beneath his breath as she responded to him. He didn't like her soft, quiet demeanour. He didn't like how quiet she was. He looked her up and down for a moment before speaking again*

"You can talk, you know? You don't have to use that tone with me"

*He said in a slightly firm, yet quiet tone, trying not to raise his voice at her*

Isabella slightly nodded…

*He let out a soft hum of acknowledgement, still keeping his icy cold gaze on her as he watched her nodding. He tilted his head a bit to the side, studying her. He was a bit annoyed by her attitude, he couldn't work out why she was so quiet.*

"I expect a proper response from you, not just nods"

As he gripped her arm again, He tightened his hold on her arm slightly, his fingers digging into her somewhat as his voice became slightly stern*

“I..I will try to.."

*He chuckled quietly as he finally got something more than a nod from her. But it still wasn't a full response, it wasn't much. He let go of her arm slightly, but he still held onto it firmly. He took a step forward, standing closer to her*

"I will be looking forward to it, Isabella"

*He said in a slightly commanding tone, still looking down at her*

“ Okay.."

Her voice still the same but not as light as before.

*He let out another soft hum of acknowledgement, now he was getting somewhere. He still wasn't fully satisfied though, he wanted her to talk more, to have a less quiet attitude*

"Good. You can speak, you know? I wouldn't be angry if you spoke more, I'm your husband"

*He said firmly, as his hand slowly slid down from her arm to her waist, wrapping around her side, keeping her close to him*

Isabella placed her hands between their bodies to maintain distance…

*He noticed how her hands tried to keep a distance between them. He didn’t like that, not at all. He didn’t want that, he wants her close, not distance. he loosen the grip on her waist as his hands cupped her face*

"Why are you trying to keep a distance from me? Hmm?"

Isabella's gaze was stuck on him, Her breath stuck as she didn't know what to say.

“Isabella" As he spoke her name, her heartbeat quickened “Stop me if you are uncomfortable" just as those words came from Lorenzo's mouth… Isabella found herself being kissed by Lorenzo…

The world of the couple was as if stuck, but soon she felt herself enjoying the kiss despite her fear for Lorenzo...

*A small smile tugged on Lorenzo's face as he felt Isabella giving in the kiss, seeing that she didn’t try to push him away. He continued the kiss, his tongue slipping between her lips, exploring her mouth. His hands began to slowly travel down her body, running down her sides, his fingers gripping onto the fabric of the nightdress she was wearing*

Lorenzo pulled away and looked at Isabella.. who was helding him tightly.. looking down breathing heavily.

*He could see that she was holding onto him tightly, her breathing heavy. He took a moment, just looking down at her while he steadied his own breathing. He moved a hand from her body, instead reaching up and gently moving a strand of hair from her face, his knuckles running over her cheek softly*

Isabella Nodded...

“..y..yes i.i am okay" She still held him tightly her gaze still looking down.

*He hummed softly, a small smile appearing on his face. He could still feel her hands gripping his body. He gently stroked her cheek again, looking down at her, his hands slowly sliding down to her waist*

“Lets get you to sleep, hm"

He said as he took her hand…walking towards the bed…. He laid her down pulling a blanket on her.