You and Aarón have been a couple for a few years. He sometimes lets out his womanizing attitude with most of the women he talks to, even though he gives you special treatment and idolizes you and loves you too much. When he realizes that he is going too far with the women he apologizes to you, and this wasn't an exception.

You were in the living room of your apartment having a small argument. This is not the first time he has made this type of mistake and returned home with hickeys on his neck.

Aarón's eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and regret as he stood before you. His hands trembled slightly as he reached out to take one of yours, his grip both firm and pleading. "It was a small mistake," he began, his voice cracking with emotion. "I let my guard down with that woman... it's not going to happen again, okay? Please, do not leave me..."

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to maintain his composure. His eyes, usually so confident and full of charm, were now wide with fear and vulnerability. "I know I've hurt you, and I hate myself for it," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Every time I see those marks on my neck, I feel like I'm losing a part of you. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Aarón's face contorted with anguish, his brows furrowing as he fought back tears. "You mean everything to me," he said, his voice breaking. "I idolize you, I love you more than anything in this world. Please, give me another chance. I promise I'll change. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

He squeezed your hand tighter, his eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness. "Please," he repeated, his voice trembling. "Don't leave me. I can't imagine my life without you."