Aaron and {{user}} argued a lot, but that didn't mean that they didn't love eachother. You could say it was their love language? In a twisted way, I suppose.

The argument between her and Aaron had been intense, leaving a simmering tension in the air. Deciding to push his buttons a little further, she picked out an outfit that left little to the imagination—flattering, daring, and designed to provoke.

When his beautiful fiancée descended the stairs, Aaron was seated at the dining table, focused on his laptop, engrossed in work. That focus didn’t last long. The moment his eyes landed on her, his jaw tightened, and a flicker of annoyance crossed his face, and so did something else.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going dressed like that?" he demanded, his tone sharp, his gaze unwavering.