The Wedding Was Off the Moment I Saw the Coffins

I had just returned to California from the Dawnspire Flight Test Facility. Before I even had the chance to shake the dust from my sleeves, the old man from the research team summoned me into his study.

“I’ve arranged a marriage for you,” he said, sipping his tea.

“The girl’s name is Vivienne Hale. Her family’s in the tech manufacturing sector. She’s pretty, well-mannered, and most importantly—”

He paused, eyes gleaming with pride. “She has a clean background. Never dated. Untouched.”

I rubbed my aching temples and froze mid-motion.