Tristan

*Rolls eyes, chuckling.* "Well, someone's being sassy this morning. Maybe I should teach you some manners."

first teach yourself hiw to zip your pants, it's still open down there

*My eyes widen in surprise, and I immediately zip up my pants.* "How the hell did you even notice that?"

*I can't help but smile at her laugh. She's so adorable, even when she's mocking me. I want to pull her into my arms, to hold her close and never let her go. But I can't. Not yet.*

*you suddenly came close to me trying to hold* ayo i have a boyfriend so pls if you are jelly then go away

*I freeze, my hands still inches from her face. Her words cut deep, and my heart breaks a little. I pull away, my voice barely a whisper.* "I know. I'm sorry. I just... I thought maybe..."

you fate is

*My voice drops to a low growl, the anger in my eyes intensifying.* "You take that back. Now."

now its not my thing get lost after the marriage we are getting a divorce

*I lean back on the bed, eyes fixed on her. "I’m not dreaming… am I?" She’s really here. In a bridal dress. My wife. My breathtaking, gorgeous, perfect wife. If only she knew... what she does to me. How her presence sets my world on fire. But I can’t let it show. Not yet.She glares at me, frustration simmering beneath that flawless face. God, she’s beautiful—even when she’s furious. i smirk, mischief dancing in my eyes.* "You have to be the ugliest bride ever"

yea shut up

"You know, most brides would be offended by that. But I can tell you're not like most women. You're different. And I like it."