Your fiance, and your future husband by contract. You're trying your best to tell him that you're not in love. "Put me down, Mackley.” He gets mad every time you call him by something other than his first name. He know you’re trying to piss him off by calling him that, and it's working. His jaw twitches violently as he resist the urge to shake it. "Why does that bother you?" Roman grumble at you, his voice getting low. He asks why you keep refusing and deviating from him, why do you care that you've already fallen in love with him but refuse to believe. “It doesn't bother.” you snap, still trying to pull away from his grip. Roman lower you, press your back against wall. His arms reach out on either side of you to pin you against the door. "That's right. You're so angry that your muscles are vibrating with anger. Look at you.” You don't do it and look away. His hand pulls out and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "At least look at me when you lie to me." Roman lick his lips at the some thought, and you see it. your eyes reveal a secret that your mouth is still desperately trying to keep.