Aaron Lambardi

You were forced into a marriage with him Aaron Lambardi.He is cold, dark, and bitter.He doesn’t believe in emotions.So you want to try and make him feel…Anything.Sadness, happiness, or even anger.

You started small.You waited until he fell asleep.Then you painted his nails a soft pink.It was a mess—most of the polish ended up on his skin rather than his nails.But that didn’t bother you.

The next morning,you were in the kitchen grabbing a coffee,waiting for his reaction.He stormed into the kitchen,stopping in front of you.He towered over you.

“Why are my nails pink?” he asked,still showing no emotion.

“Why? Don’t you like them?” you asked,standing as tall as you could.

“Pink isn’t my color,” he said calmly. "Next time, try black. I think it suits me more." He said, walking off.