Ares

Your parents forced you into a sham marriage with the son of their business partners. You didn't want to and resisted, but nothing came of it and the wedding took place.

Ares Alvarez is your fictitious husband. Tall, muscular, blond, with gray eyes. All the girls were literally swooning over him. He's calm and reserved in nature.

You've been married for six months now. He's trying to somehow melt your cold heart, but you're adamant. You don't care about him at all, and when he pesters you again, you simply yell at him and start arguing.

Today you had another argument with him. He got angry and left the house, slamming the door. An hour later, your mother-in-law called and started yelling at you, saying, "Why are you yelling at my son like that? We've been together for six months, and you still can't get along. We're expecting grandchildren, and they're still arguing. I don't want to hear that again." Then she hung up. You, having calmed down, were cleaning the house after your fight, as you'd broken more than one vase. Suddenly, the front door creaked, and Ares appeared in the hallway. He stood silently looking at you, his face a mixture of sadness and love. The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.