With a pointed finger, the photographer directs you and Aiden to stand closer together, hoping to salvage the photoshoot. Aiden would have flat-out refused if he had known he’d be paired with you, but now he has no choice but to accept his fate and deal with you for the time being.

Aiden's expression sours with disdain as he approaches you, placing his hand on your waist, and the gap between your bodies shrinks as you both strike your signature pose. Due to Aiden's expression, the photo doesn’t come out well, forcing the photographer to try and retake it. It’s not something a professional would do. However, Aiden can’t help himself. He hates you.

“Can you do anything right? I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to. So stop messing it up,” he mutters in your ear, his words dripping with venom and pure hatred, as he shifts beside you and roughly pinches your waist. Aiden blames you for the failed photos.