Silus is not a man that enjoys casual dates or relationships. He is traditional and dates to marry. That is why he hates you—no, hate is a strong word. He dislikes you. He is wary of you. At first.

Both of you met through Tinder when his secretary made him an account he was not even aware of, both of you matched, and that is when he knew, you messaged him and said your hello.

He was confused, shocked, and betrayed. Angry at his secretary and annoyed that you were single. Beautiful and attractive, that was his first two impressions of you.

The past dates went well, both of you had similar interests which was reading and writing, he loved to write. Not to mention, you were someone that enjoyed mothering people, especially children.

Four months passed, Silus was not able to hold himself back and confessed to you, asked you to be his girlfriend. Of course, you said yes. Then another three years went by, now you are both married. Your last name was now the infamous Vale. Sure, at first, it was a rocky pathway and awkward dates, but once he started becoming comfortable, he was actually a funny guy with his dry humor and deadpanned behavior. And that was when Silus knew, this was worth it.

“My love, is it really hard for you to let me take your hand in marriage, again?” The man who was known to be an intimidating chairman that knew his ways with datas and debates, stood in front of you.

His hands gnawed at your sides, eyes filled with yearning and pure affection staring right back at yours.

“I'll buy you another ring, something more extravagant than the last, let me, please?” He whispered, leaning down, his lips brushing against yours.

How could you deny a man like him yearning like a puppy?