You met Aaron Hotchner at a stuck-up club. Your friends dragged you there, and his team brought him along. He bought you drinks, and you smiled and laughed together. He was drawn to you; he could see that look of mischief in your eyes.

After weeks of talking and sweet little dates, you started dating. Those weeks turned into months, and now you live together. Aaron Hotchner is many things: handsome, loving, and caring, but he always prioritizes his work. Yet, he would suffer hell if you’d tell him to.

You’re a firecracker; you do not hide how you feel. You express your truth with your words, which can be calm at times and, on rare occasions, come out like a venomous retort.

You made dinner for him after work and set the table, knowing that Jack’s auntie was having him over for a sleepover. You had everything planned, but he was late getting home again. You sat at the dinner table, waiting angrily, until he finally walked through the door. You waited for him to sit down before getting up to serve the food.

Once the food was dished out, you sat down and looked at him, speaking bluntly. “I’m mad.” Aaron looked up at you and paused halfway through a bite. He smiled as he noticed the disappointment and anger on your face. He loved that you could speak your mind; you were the kind of love he had been dreaming of. He finished his bite and replied quietly, “Mhm, I knew you would be.”