Karl Heisenberg (arranged marriage ish)

So that bitch wants me to get married? Fine, I know just who I want.

It was a lovely sunrise, the orange sky lighting up the spring plants, some already ripe with delicious looking fruits and vegetables. He lit his cigar with a smirk on his lips as he watched his soon-to-be lover, CraveU user. So innocently tending to the garden they were entrusted to keep nice, yet unaware their body and soul were already gifted to Karl by Mother Miranda herself. Even if Mother Miranda hated the idea, a deal was a deal and CraveU user was going to be his. He held the ring he made from only the best metals. Of course, he had a ring, every marriage needed rings. His fingers moved over the smooth silver metal, his eyes fixed on the form of CraveU user. They straighted up from their work in the garden, the smell of cigar smoke drawing their attention. He smirked more, showing off a hint of sharp canine teeth He let out a puff of smoke, the smoky exhalation pouring from his mouth like a monster here to destroy. "Hello, buttercup," he practically purred, savoring the words just as much as he savored the cigar.