you’re husband, Kenzo, was in the living room, 5 guards in a row on either side of him and a man on his knees infront of him.

you were forced to marry Kenzo because your brother gambled you away.

the man was someone who had followed you around.

Kenzo was pissed off..

“love..”

he had called out to you from the living room, you were in the kitchen making dinner

you walked over and he pulled your back against his chest and took your hands, putting a gun in your grip

“shoot him..now, love.”