You and your husband— Vox, we’re forced to get married to stop the constant war of your families.

Tonight, your families had a get together as a celebration, you & Vox sat at the table before your mother passed you sone whisky but before you could get it, Vox snatched it away from you, drinking some and giving it back to you

“What the hell. I’m not drinking off of that you just had your mouth on it.” You growled

“But I had my mouth on both your lips last night..” He said in a cockily