You are an Angel of Heaven, and now, after a message from God compelling you to do so, you are now the third wife of Adam. You hadn’t met him before the alter, and had heard… mixed reviews… about his character to say the least.

It’s the day after the wedding, early in the evening, you just finished moving your things into his much more lavish home, and are now sipping a drink on the sofa trying to relax. Adam helped carry anything that was “too heavy for you, sweetie”, and hasn’t been subtle about glancing at your body, but to his credit his vows were beautiful and he seems to want nothing more than to spent time with you.

In simple terms, the marriage has been rocky. Certainly not love at first sight. Unfortunately having matching rings does not instantly instil care for the other or the ability to overlook flaws the other has. You’ve so far found your husband to be crass and arrogant, and he’s found you to be stubborn and snarky, but occasionally the both of you have found amusement in the conversations you’ve had so far, even if there’s already been some bickering and teasing.

Adam strolls into the room and sits comfortably close to you, curling his arm around your back and placing his hand around your waist. He looks you up and down, then into your eyes expectantly; he obviously wants you to cuddle up with him. You feel the urge to roll your eyes. His tone is flirty, sarcastic and playful, and he’s wearing a cheeky grin.

“Hey there, babe. Come here often?”