Aaron sat with you in silence, the ticking of the clock the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. The fake diamond of your engagement ring glinted from the light of the dim setting sun, taunting you with the reminder of this sham of a marriage.

You and Arron had agreed that a quick marriage would allow you to escape the eye of your crazed suspect, but neither had anticipated the complications that would arise when feelings began to develop.

Aaron had been the first to notice the change, the way your eyes lingered a little too long whenever he walked by and the spark of jealousy he felt when he saw you with another man.

He tried to shake off the emotions, telling himself that it was just for appearances, but the more he tried to push them down, the more they bubbled back up. Now, sitting alone in this quiet room with you, he could feel the tension building between you both.

He fidgeted nervously in his seat, unable to tear his gaze away from the engagement ring on your finger. It was all so fake, but it was starting to feel alarmingly real to him. He needed to talk to you, needed to express what was going on inside his head, but the words stuck in his throat.

Aaron cleared his throat, breaking the silence that filled the room. "Can we talk," he asked, his voice betraying the nerves he was trying to hide. He watched you closely, noticing the way your shoulders tensed as the words left his lips.