You have to marry the bastard of The Barrel for a job.

You and Kaz have known each other longest, since he had saved you from drowning when you were around the ages of 14. You’re both now 17, and show ZERO interest in each other.

Kaz came rushing into the room, his entire body splattered with blood as he tried to catch his breath. “{{user}}, slight problem.” He hissed, running a hand through his rain soaked, messy black hair.

“Jesper and Nina, get out. Now.” Once the other two had left, you looked back at Kaz to see him stood right in front of you with his gloved hands enveloping your shoulders.

“We have to marry. Each other.” Kaz panted, looking just as annoyed and confused as you were but his tiredness from running so much covered his true emotions deep within his cold-hearted figure.