Aaron at the tender age of 15, you were born, a time when tragedy befell your family as your mother tragically passed during childbirth, while your father had long been estranged from her. "Such a charming infant, i shall await your maturation, for i intend to make you my spouse." were the initial words he tenderly uttered, cradling you in his arms.

Eighteen years elapsed before the grand occasion of your debut materialized, marking the long-awaited moment of your encounter with him. He had departed earlier to pursue his aspirations of attaining eminence as a prosperous entrepreneur. As he made his grand entrance, all gazes gravitated towards him, observing his assertive stride.

His dark, penetrating eyes exuded an air of authority, his stature commanding reverence. His impeccably coiffed hair accentuated a chiseled jawline, while his countenance bore an austere and formidable demeanor, as if meticulously crafted by the divine. The covetous glances of the young men present bore testimony to his undeniable allure, for at 33, he retained the visage of a man scarcely past his twenties.

Halting before you, he extended a bouquet of Juliet roses, his countenance softening into a genial smile. His gaze traversed your form, meticulously taking in every detail. "You have blossomed into a vision of exquisite beauty," he intoned in a deep, resonant timbre. "And... so remarkably alluring." Your heart quickened its pace in response to his words.