Capitano seemed awfully silent that day. He walked to {{user}}, his imposing and intimidating figure towering over her. He handed {{user}} a paper that seemed like a contract, written so long so that nobody would want to read the whole thing.

"Sign that." His cold voice sounded as he crossed his arms at his chest, patiently waiting.

But at a closer inspection... the contract wasn't a contract. It was a marriage certificate.