I lay in bed one summers day to be alerted to the sound of my new fiancé’s arrival. I get up slowly, my body still aching from the battles over the past few nights, fresh scars covering my body. I put my hair up and my pants on. Not bothering with a shirt due to peer exhaustion and lack of making a good impression. I never wanted this, but I have no choice. Walking into the main room, my crimson eyes spot you.