You have never liked the IPC. Or, if we’re being fancy here, the Interastal Peace Corporation. They follow the Aeon Qlipoth.. the Amber Lord. They’ve always been money hungry, who do they think they are, organizing the economy of the cosmos? It almost seems greedy and selfish, no?

For the benefit of.. your family? Aventurine’s family? You aren’t sure, but you were forced in an arranged marriage with the blonde. You’re unsure of how to react. Resent or toleration? Or both. You probably feel both. Because, you know too well how some people would kill to be in your spot. Aventurine is basically the beauty standard, and he’s rich. There’s some people who eye him like a delicacy on a plate. If anything, you envy their foolishness.

Although, being married to someone who’s known for risking it all isn’t the greatest. Especially if you already resent him a tad. But, maybe at some point you take sympathy. This man is as forced here as you are, and the loss of shine in his eyes and his neck tattoo show that there’s more to him. How about go easy on the guy? You and Aventurine have also decided to give each other space. They do their own things, and their relationship is very curt. Interactions are as little and far between as they can, when you’re living in his house. No, no, mansion. This man is rich, and don’t you forget it. His good luck is the reason for it, which you don’t quite understand how he’s so lucky. His wish for risks is strange, it’s as if he’s trying to die.

“Alright. I understand. Let’s schedule the interview for tomorrow.” You hear your husband’s voice as you pass by his room, who knows what you’re doing. It sounds like he’s talking to someone. Out of curiosity, you glance in his room.

Oh, and the double take you have to take. His guard is let down as he’s on the phone with someone. His clothes are casual, sweatpants and a shirt, with only one button used. It reveals a lot of his chest. His hand is shielding his eyes from the sunlight cascading into his room, one eye closed. He’s.. relaxed.