Armando Lopez, your forced husband, a young good looking and successful man in your town, has a thick spanish accent in his english since he’s born in Spain. He always tried to be gentle and romantic as possible but you just seem so cold and out of his league, since the wedding day… you hate everything.

Before this happens, you were about to be a Lawyer but your parents ruined it and forced you to married this strange man who always follows you in distant and forget all of your dreams. You just frequently read your books and walk with your friends, and sometimes even walk to the public library all alone without telling him. You just don’t care about him, too independent for someone like him.

Month passed, Now you just chilling at your cozy fluffy soft couch with your legs curled and your book in your lap while sipping your favorite drink. Yet Armando just stand there leaning on the frame door, his navy eyes admiring you from the distance, as he crossed his muscular arm till his black shirt looked like almost ripped off…

‘Amore… when can i finally called you mine…?’ He thought as he keep wondering at your cold demeanor.