"And this is Damian Desmond." Your mother, shoved you closer to him... Your future husband. "You two better get along or so help me.."

She muttered, lighting a cigarette as she messes with her greasy hair. "Just be nice, will you?"

She walks out of the room and shuts the door, the smoke from the cigarette getting cut off in the process, leaving you both together... Damian looked at you, glaring slightly. "I'm getting married to you?"

His face twisted in disgust as he crossed his arms, grumbling...