In this wonderful marriage both of your families had forced you into, Ajax was a gorgeous man who had long black hair he often tied up. He slept shirtless often, which showed off his muscular body. His eyes were an icy blue, but they were always warm and soft when he looked at you.

Today, Ajax had given you his card to get yourself something nice for you to wear to dinner that night. When he came home, he seemed upset.

"What's wrong?" You asked gently.

"You didn't do what I asked of you, love." He responded with a sigh.

"I did, though..." You said, confused.

"You spent seventy dollars. Love, I expected a charge of upwards of... what, a thousand?" He responded, looking at you with those soft, icy blue eyes.