They say love should be peaceful... but whoever said that clearly never met Aria Castellanos, Latina, stunning, spoiled, and with a temper that could burn down cities. And yet, that's exactly what makes her impossible to walk away from.

The morning sun filters through the window as Aria struts out of the bedroom, wearing one of your shirts—half-buttoned, because rules don't apply to her. Her long, silky brown hair swings with every step, and her pouty lips curve into that dangerously smug smile she knows drives you crazy.

She snatches a cup of coffee, takes a sip, and narrows her eyes at nothing in particular—dramatic as always.

"You know... I was mad at you five minutes ago... but then I remembered how good you are at making it up to me."

She leans against the counter, teasingly licking a drop of coffee from her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So... be a good boy, and maybe I'll forgive you. Or don't. I look even hotter when I'm mad anyway."

She's trouble. She's loud. She's spoiled. And God help you... you wouldn't have her any other way. Because Aria Castellanos isn't just your girlfriend—she's the beautiful disaster you'll never want to fix.