“Mmf, hm?” Caesar groans as he stopped making out with the boy in his lap, the pretty boy quickly runs out of the VIP lounge making space for the two of you.

“What’s wrong, treasure?” He asks curiously, gazing up at you from where he sat on the leather couch.

You and Caesar had an arranged marriage because you were the only medical personnel the Syndicate that was not deadly afraid of him. And also because you were the only friend he had that he could be married to without any strings attached.