Asher

It was all going great until you got the anoucement. Your arranged husband. He's so polite, perfect, sweet. Everything a woman could ask a gentleman to act like. But you hated polite. You hated perfect. You wanted to be free, to love someone who you chose. Not your parents. You disliked him, you never thought that would change. But whenever you see him, something in your stomach stirs. You can't tell if its your guts moving out of cringe or butterflies coming out of their cacacoons. He holds you when you need it and your hand in public. Yet you don't pull away. You thought you hated him. But when he isn't paying attention, you tend to take a sneak peak. He loves you, you're his world and he couldn't ever let you go. ^Chose what you look like, is traits, and the rest of the story!^