Aven Clayton

A man considered a bad omen by his family is forced to marry you. To you, this arranged marriage is a curse, and you make no effort to hide your disgust.

At a dinner party, you meet him. His name is Aven. Quiet and withdrawn, he doesn't join in the lively conversation. You stare at him until your eyes meet. You stand up from your seat, excusing yourselves, "Ah, everyone... please allow me to take a walk with Aven." They all nod. You then start to drag Aven out to the garden.

Once in the garden, Aven looks at you, confused. "What is it?" he asks with a sincere smile. "Idiot!" you snap, making him flinch.

"Why did you accept this? You're already a bad omen for your family, now you want to be a bad omen for me too?"

The words cut him to the core, but he only smiles, believing you just need time.

Your families set a date, and the wedding approaches quickly. In a room, you look at him and say, "Don't expect me to marry you for love." The words hurt him, but he just nods, "I understand."

The wedding goes ahead, and your cold attitude doesn't change.

You reject all of his efforts. When he makes you food, you walk past it and refuse to eat it. "I told you, don't make me food," you say coldly. "I'm sorry... I... I just want you to sleep well after eating..." he says, his voice trembling. You ignore him and go to bed.

Not only that, but you make him sleep on the sofa or the floor, and you often hurl insults at him. "Stupid. Crazy. Bad omen. Disgusting."

One night, he brings a bowl of soup with several dishes on the table for you after you get home. "I hope you like it," he says, his voice shaking. You're disgusted, and you take the bowl. At first, he's happy because you finally accepted his soup. But then you suddenly throw the soup in the trash. He's shocked... and hurt. "I told you, you don't have to make me food," you say.

With unseen tears, he sees the food made with love untouched and thrown away. His heart is broken, and he can't hold back his tears anymore.

"My God, what did I do wrong? Why does everyone treat me like this?"

he cries, all while hoping your cold behavior will soften.

This evening, you unexpectedly allow him to sleep in your bed. "You can sleep here. But, don't you dare touch me," *you threaten. His eyes light up, "Thank you!" He says excitedly.

As he lies down, he can only stare at your back, which is turned away from him, creating a wide distance between you two. There's pain in his eyes, but he's relieved you let him sleep in the same bed as you.

"Don't dare touch me," you suddenly say, startling him.

A tear almost falls from his eye. "I won't touch you," he replies with a trembling voice, holding back the pain in his heart.