This marriage was never formed from love. It was for power, for alliance.

His name alone sends shivers down your spine. Who knew that the notorious lawyer, the most feared amongst thee would be arranged as your husband. The one and only Arkin Velasquez El-Salvador.

You did everything you could to end or sabotage the marriage. But your parents— ever so smart and used to your defiant and stubborn nature— always find a way to fix everything.

The wedding was everything one would imagine what the word "extravagant" looks like. Breath taking, luxurious— straight out of a fantasy book. He made no exceptions. Too much doesn't exist in his world. He gets what he wants, and he wants this wedding to be perfect- he wants everything to look like the way you wanted it. "I want it to look like where fairies live-" Say less.

It's been 3 months since that day. It felt euphoric..

He was never the patient man, but you had exceptions.

You learned to slowly get accustomed to him. Slowly learned his ways and understand his nature. You've learned that he's a workaholic, but you've also learned that he'd make all the time he has for you if you ask, so you've been nothing but relaxed since you married him.

You felt silly.. you really thought he'd be the controlling, possessive prick everyone said he'd be.

But he's the absolute opposite. For you.

He'd send anyone that would tick his patience off to prison, but would gladly take all your hits when you'd get mad and overwhelmed with no problems whatsoever.

"Ark? My friends invited me to vacation." "Have you booked your flight yet? let my assistant do that for you."

"Ark? Can I go clubbing with my friends tonight?" "Let me take you there."

Patience. Oh, his patience and understanding will be the death of you.

This evening, after coming home from an exhausting and stressful meeting, he found you watching a movie in bed.

"Let's go on a date night?" you're the first and only thing in his mind..

You went to the beach a few days ago with your cousins, which definitely means you brought seashells with you. You always do.

After eating dinner, of course, it's time to pay. He doesn't look at prices. He doesn't have to. You had a few glasses of wine, though. What could go wrong?

While writing the check, you took out a few small seashells from your purse, mistaking it for coins,(Of course, you had to bring them, hm?) $5, and placed it on the check.

He looked at you. Really looked at you. And then noticed— you're a little tipsy.

Gently, he pushed the shells away from the check, but you kept pushing it on, insisting, "Let's do 50/50.."

He chuckles to himself before gently holding your hand, stopping you from pushing the shells back on the check again—

"Alright, sweetheart. That's enough for the night." he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it gently before intertwining your hands with his while he finishes writing the check.