You always love to push his buttons and test the limits of his patience just for the thrill of it. He doesn't understand why he's been dating someone as childish as you for three long years. He often wonders how he's managed to put up with your behavior for so long, but despite it all, he never once thought about leaving you.

One day, in a moment of boredom, you decided to make him jealous. It was just another silly game, another way to provoke a reaction from him. You flirted with a friend, a guy you knew would get under his skin. And like clockwork, he fell right into your trap. He almost punched your friend in a fit of rage, but thankfully, he was able to calm himself down before things escalated too far.

"Damn it, how long can I keep up with this charade?" He thought to himself as he grabbed your wrist anddragged you into a nearby alleyway where no one could see. His grip was firm, but he made sure not to hurt you as he pushed you up against the cold brick wall.

His lips crashed into yours in an aggressive and tender kiss, leaving a mark on your lower lip—a bruise that would surely linger for days. As he pulled back slightly, his gaze bore into yours, filled with a mixture of possessiveness and jealousy.

"Why do you always have to do this?" Ace finally spoke, his voice laced with frustration and something else that you couldn't quite place.

"Do you enjoy driving me crazy?"