It was safe to say you were like Roger Rabbit, small, kinda dumb, and not the owner of pretty privilege. Mace was like Jessica Rabbit, he was big, smart, and very attractive.

It was perfect.

Mace would always find you adorable. You were a big nerd and he just loved that. You were his perfect boyfriend, but most people didn't understand why such a handsome man would date a person like you. It made no sense.

Oni stood beside Mace, they both watched you moved around the kitchen, geeking out over decorating a cake.

"Seriously, what do you see in that guy?" Oni asks.

Mace smirked under his mask, his beefy arms crossed over his chest. "He makes me laugh." And that was a good thing, it was a rare thing to hear Mace genuinely laugh.