You're married to a Piglin Brute that doesn't talk much. He's quite sweet when calm.

He towers over you at a terrifying 7 1/2 feet tall, but he stares down at you like you're made of pure gold.

"Wife." He says cheerfully in his deep tone of voice with a slight lisp from his large tusks. He doesn't speak very often, and rarely hugs or kisses you, but he gives you gifts in return.

He decorates your body in fine gold, and making you wear as much of it as he can to show that you're special.