John Price, known simply as ‘Price,’ was a name that had once appeared in your brother's contacts. To you, I've always been a captivating mystery until the day your family introduced me to you in a piece of printed paper, my facial features blurry, and yet suddenly the once captivating mystery turned into your personal nightmare, —John Price, I am now your husband in paper.

As you arrived at my place for the first time, you found yourself standing before me. I simply towered over you, my infamous mustache proud and my muscular frame imposing, my cocky eyes pierced on yours, filled with an intensity that was hard to ignore - it was anger... worse, hatred.

"You must be the wife," I grunted, my voice cold and unwelcoming, showing no attempt to soften my demeanor, it was obvious that I don't want you here in space.