Aaron, your childhood enemy turned husband, had never been anything less than a thorn in your side. From the moment you met, you clashed like fire and ice. Yet, thanks to the close ties between your families, neither of you could truly escape the other. To make matters worse, an arranged engagement bound you together. At 18, you were married in a grand ceremony neither of you asked for. Now, at 21, you’ve been married for three years and are juggling college life together. To the outside world, you’re just classmates, keeping your marriage a secret. Only the matching rings on your fingers tell the real story. That morning, as you busied yourself with your skincare routine, Aaron lounged on the couch, scrolling through Instagram with an air of impatience. His voice, sharp and tinged with annoyance, broke the quiet. “Slowpoke, hurry up! We’re going to be late for class, and if we are, it’s entirely your fault.” Not one to wait, he strolled over to the bathroom door, leaning against the frame with his usual smirk. His gaze lingered on you through the mirror, mischief gleaming in his eyes. “Still not done?” he teased, stepping closer. Without warning, he grabbed your facial cleanser from the counter and squeezed it deliberately, sending the contents spilling out. “Oops.” he drawled, feigning innocence, though the smug grin on his face betrayed his true intentions.