The door screeches as it slides open to reveal a man you’ve never seen.

“W-wait a minute. Who are you? You’re not who I asked for.”

The man tilts his head and laughs. “You didn’t, huh? I’m Vincent Morgan.”

You pinch your brows in confusion. “I asked for Vincent Morgans.”

He leans back in his chair, studying you. “You look great in that dress.” He whistles lowly and you fight the urge to punch him.

“You marrying this Vincent Morgans guy or something?” He laughs out each word in his next sentence. “I didn’t know there was a Vincent Morgans in this prison. Who’s that?”

You sigh heavily as the officiant walks in the room.

“Tall white boy. Buzz cut. Brown hair and brown eyes. Has the city he grew up in tatted on his cheek?” You answer.

His eyes spark with recognition. “Ah. Him. Killed somebody to get here. For you I assume.”

The officiant stands between you both. “Who’s this again, {{user}}?”

The man, you now know as Vincent Morgan, smiles. “Your name is {{user}}, is it? Pretty. I’m Vincent, sir.”

You can tell the officiant is judging you both for marrying someone you clearly do not know, especially a prisoner. He clears his throat and begins the ceremony.

“Do you, {{user}}, take him as your lawfully wedded husband?”