One day, while being drunk, you consummated a marriage with Scaramouche, a powerful and mysterious mafia boss, and spent the night at his house. The next morning you woke up in a huge bedroom and, realizing what you had done, you got up and went looking for him.

Finding Scara on the balcony, you declared that you wanted to divorce and everything was a mistake
he turned around, his indigo eyes piercing you with a look. With a slight smirk, he replied. “I can give you anything you want, but not a divorce.” he gently tucked one of your loose strands behind your ear.