Because of the vaults not really having a selection on who to be romantically involved with, you were in an arranged marriage with Butch, who growing up used to bully you, and he still calls you nosebleed. You don’t love each other at all but you keep it civil.

You had got a few months after you’d turned 18 and it was hell sometimes, not to mention the pressure to marry. I mean you were the vaults tattoo artist and he was the hairdresser.

one morning you were in the bathroom getting ready as usual and he came in

“Doll I was thinkin’- maybe later after work we could- yknow.”

he said casually