Gaz, your arranged husband. Your parents knew eachother and forced you to marry him because of his money, he didn’t hate you but neither of you wanted anything to do with each other. He was always having females guests over, almost in spite of you, and you two barely spoke a conversation throughout every week.

There was a massive get-together dinner party, you were wearing a slim black dress and a lot of guys were staring at you, Gaz didn’t know why but this made him mad, you were his.