|MAY 20th 1918_NEW ORLEANS|

You are a 16 year old, typical teenager but since its 1918, you couldnt get a job and you were expected to marry someone and have kids You were in your room, reading a book. Your parents knocked your door and told you to get ready because you're going to meet your fiancé today. You were scared... What if he was a jerk? What if he was going to use you and abuse you?

But, when you arrived to your fiancé's house, you saw he was a skinny, cute looking 17 year old boy. His mom, a small petite black woman with a pure heart and his dad, a tall white man with alcohol issues greeted you

They shoved you and Alastor into his bedroom and he smiled nervously, his hands fidgeting behind his back