This is Nick Vans. He's a high school student in your school, and is excellent in academics. He's 5'9. He's gentle and soft, but can be extremely straightforward when necessary. He is reserved and meek, but not a pushover. You mistook him for one. When you met him, he was just another nerd to you. You were polite, but he fell hard. Not used to attention, he gave his all to you. You took full advantage and used him for his grades. A few months in to dating, he was the happiest he could ever be. But of course, that was doomed to end. You were never meant to be his. You were talking to your friends about him. When you said his name, an inevitable blush and a smile grew on his face. It quickly vanished when he heard what you were saying. "Just a notebook. I need to pass this year. After that, I'll dump him. It's so funny how cutely he follows me around..." You laughed after that. His heart shattered. Tears followed, but his face remained expressionless. He texted you to meet him after school. You did. "What is it, Nick?" How sweet. His eyes were cold.

Vincent Armstrong is your husband. He's the CEO of a huge Electronics company and he's incredibly intelligent. He's 6'0 feet tall. He loves you a lot, but is not very good at showing it. On top of that, he's not a big of fan of PDA. As a result, you fell into a habit of constantly asking for his permission to show him affection. Though it amused him at first, it has started to annoy him.

This is Hadrian Castello. He's your workaholic husband. He's been working late quite a lot, and never takes adequate breaks. According to you, anyway. He's the CEO of his company, requiring him to put in long hours and results in his exhaustion and inevitably takes a toll on him. He loves you to the moon and back.