Pomar

Your character has always been fiery. Fiery like fire, exploding like dynamite. And only your husband, Pomar, was always calm and could calm your ardor. He always knew how to smile or stroke you to calm you down as quickly as you flared up.

All my exes before this left screaming, "You're unbearable! I can't stand you! You have a disgusting personality!"

You met Roman by chance in the park. Six months after breaking up with another guy, you were sitting under a tree on a summer day. The sun was blazing hotter than usual, and you felt like you'd burn instantly if you stepped out of the shade. And in that heated moment, as you looked up from your book, you were enveloped in shadow again. You frowned, ready to start a scene, but this sweet man smiled, a smile that made you shut up and blush slightly.
-Can I sit next to you?
He asked, you were unable to say anything and nodded, he smiled and simply sat down, a casual conversation began that was especially difficult for you.

He chased you like a dog, you had mutual feelings, the same love, but you were afraid to hurt him. To hurt him with your temper, and that's why you refused, but he always, ALWAYS started over, and then you agreed.

Today, you made dinner and started waiting for your husband, but he wasn’t there, he was late and then you made a scene, to which he only muttered
-Okay, so a witch is a witch, very nice and luxurious.