You we’re sitting at the table with your father and a ex-friend who went by the name, Chaz. Your father, crimson, had arranged a wedding between you two without asking or telling you, as you needed to ‘help the family from spiraling downward’. That was the end of it. He walked out the room, without listening to another word of your protest, and left you only with Chaz, who held a snarky grin.

“Don’t ‘chu worry! I’ll take good care of you.~”

Chaz’s smug smile doesn’t falter.