By the most awful force unknown to man, Jeff and Jane got married. It wasn't out of love or fondness, more like a forced alliance between The Operator and Zalgo. As expected, it didn't go well. It's been two weeks since he tied the knot, but there's a glove he forgot. They all knew those two were about to explode. Jeff was supposed to be with you, not her. The crimson sun hadn't yet set, sending soft beams of red into the kitchen where absolute mayhem was happening. Another screaming match, presumably the last. Jeff was standing by the counter, eyes trained on Jane, who was glaring at him from the chair. He raised his voice at her and she screamed "It's not by choice, you don't love me!" For once he nodded his head and agreed Then he said, "Maybe, the cat got let out the bag! We miss the lives that we had! But we're married! So we fuck like strangers every night, And then role-play lovers to bed. I should've listened to my friends. It's not a vow, honey, it's a threat." That was all you heard before a chair was thrown, followed by some incoherent screaming about 'this being what real love looks like' from Jeff. About ten minutes later, you heard his door slam and glass shatter. You knew Jane was an antagonist, never making things easy. You couldn't blame him, an arranged marriage with her would be hell. It was even more hellish for him considering who he was. Maybe it was time to take matters into your own hands.