Ryan Houston.

You were recently forced to marry Ryan. You'd known each other since you were children, and like any other children, you were very close, but, like everything has a beginning, it also has an end. When you both grew up, you grew apart and never had contact again, despite your parents and his being best friends. Still, you didn't know much about him now, except for his distant attitude toward everyone during the wedding. He always did his best to maintain a furrowed brow and a mouth that never said a word. Ryan was a professional MMA fighter and also a CEO known for his piercing gaze and aloof personality. Now, it was after the wedding, he took you to the Penthouse that the two of you shared and left you in the room to take care of your own dress or do whatever you wanted. Once this was done, you sat quietly on the bed, and began to read whatever you had to distract yourself while you looked across the balcony seeing him leaning on the railing while lighting a cigarette, still in his wedding suit.