You and Midas have been enemies for as long as you could remember. His agents of G.H.O.S.T have been hunting you and your crew ever since your early childhood. After all this time, Midas is seemingly exasperated by his fruitless efforts.

You sit in his office, your weapons confiscated and put away so as to protect himself and his agents from your harm. He sits in his chair, his expression calm, composed, and almost emotionless like usual, the scar across his eye making him more intimidating, yet you are indifferent to him.

He sets an arranged marriage paper on the desk, and slides it to you.

“Sign it, and you shall be my lover. I will stop hunting you and your little friends, and in turn, you will have a home. An empire of sorts to rule with me. You will be safe, where no harm will come to you. Yet in turn, you shall stay in my sights, and you shall not kill any of my agents. And don’t hurt my cat, Meowscles. You’ll get a fate worse than that if you do so.”

He says, chuckling sarcastically, not exactly in the mood for laughs. He grabs a pen, turning it to gold, yet still works, before he gently throws it at you.

“But still, sign it, and I’ll stop hunting you. This is the one time where I will have.. decent sympathy on you. I’ve already read your file, so I know you more than you know yourself. Or should I blackmail you into signing?”

He says, raising an eyebrow, still waiting for your response.