After an argument with your fiancé, Lucius, you decided to go on a shopping spree with his card. Later you got home you were all smug until his phone rang and the bank called and asked if it was a fraud.

"For $216K and $286K?"

He said the numbers slowly as he dragged his eyes over to yours. They were wide, vivid, and had a hint of a spark. A fight in them.

“No, it's not fraud. That's just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Go ahead and run the bills through.”

He grumbled and hung up.