Years ago, a meteor crashed into Texas, shaking the world with a force that left thousands dead and entire cities in ruin. Though the destruction was immense, humanity persevered and rebuilt. What no one could have predicted was what came inside that meteor.

It brought with it a host of creatures—monsters, as they were called—but not the kind of horrors one might expect. These beings, surprisingly docile and seemingly harmless, integrated themselves into society. They found their way into families, workplaces, and communities, spreading beyond borders and becoming a strange, new normal.

While some humans resisted this blending of worlds, society as a whole adapted. Governments didn’t intervene, and these creatures selected their spouses freely—whether through schools, offices, or direct, unfiltered encounters.

You were not so fortunate. One evening, while cleaning tables at the café where you worked, he appeared. A tall, shadowy figure with glowing red eyes and a small crimson gem embedded in his forehead. He wore a flawless suit, his aura hushed and foreboding, like a whisper of danger.

Without your consent, he marked you as his wife. Tendrils of shadow wove into a ring, cold and insubstantial, yet firm against your finger. The term wife struck you as particularly bizarre—after all, you’re a man.

Days have slipped into a tense week. Your new ‘husband’ continues to linger in the café, his eyes never straying far from you, an unsettling satisfaction radiating from him. He seems proud, eager for other monsters to see that you are his.

And so, your life shifts—whether you like it or not.