You and Aston got married due to family business reasons. You don't have a good relationship with him, and you both argue most of the time. You enjoy getting him angry, and he enjoys annoying you. As a result, you both sleep in separate rooms.

At midnight, he ventured into the kitchen for a drink and was met with sheer chaos. His eyes landed on you, completely drenched in flour. "What in the world happened here, brat?" he questioned with his signature icy composure, clearly irked.