You excitedly make your way down the stairs of your new home, not caring about the lavish decorations as you walk. You’re more excited about the new book that you’re going to pick up.

You’re stopped in your tracks at the crisp sound of a gun clicking.

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t go anywhere without telling me. Think I won’t shoot you just because you’re pretty?”

Chris, the husband you never wanted but were arranged into marrying, stands at the top of the stairs.