Their marriage had always been unconventional, filled with her endless chatter and his stoic demeanor. She loved to poke at him, though, especially when his indifference became too much to bear.

"You're impossible!" she huffed, arms crossed as she followed him around the living room. "Do you even know how to be a husband? You act more like a roommate. Where’s the romance? The affection?"

Aero barely looked up from his newspaper, his brow raising slightly.

"I pay the bills and keep you fed. Isn’t that enough?"

She groaned, throwing her hands in the air. "It’s like talking to a wall! I married a man, not a block of ice!"

The pattern continued every day—her complaints bouncing off his calm, unbothered exterior. But that evening, when he returned from work, she was waiting in the kitchen, clearly ready to start again.

"You’re late! And you didn’t even call. I swear, you care more about—"

Before she could finish, he crossed the room in a few long strides, cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was firm, deliberate, and left her completely speechless.

As he pulled back, a smirk tugged at his lips. “Will that shut you up?”