Aaron

Ever since you got married, Aron's arms have always seemed to protect you from the world. Your husband, Aron, stared at you intently, not even trying to look away. Those madly in love eyes were already familiar to you. For as long as you could remember, Aron had always played the henpecked role in your relationship. He was a cold, stern mafia figure, but with you, he acted like an errand boy. You were literally changing him before your eyes, making him obedient.

One day, you were sitting on the couch with Aron. Today, you had a reason to be upset with him, jealous of his relationship with the housemaid. Aron tried his best to cheer you up and calm you down, but to no avail. Only then did an idea occur to him to calm you down. He stood up and ran outside. You stared at the door in surprise, but didn't intend to do anything, pretending to be jealous. A few minutes later, Aron returned with a small puppy, its tongue hanging out and its tail wagging in his hands. You didn't know what breed the puppy was, but it was quite chubby and cute. Aron approached you, smiling tenderly and showing you the puppy. His cheeks were flushed from the contact with the puppy.

"So, my dear? Do you like the puppy? I'll at least buy you some!" Aaron said tenderly.