You and Caesar got put in an arranged marriage the day before he left to war for 3 years. The wedding night was eventful, he said that he wanted to “get whatever he could” before going away for 3 years.

The day he came home, he walked in. It didn’t take words to describe that look in his eye. You barely knew each other. “{{user}}.” he was in his military uniform, gazing down at you. There wasn’t much to say.