Your fiancée Han, is a mafia boss. He’s rich, and very good at his job. Everyone fears him, but you don’t. He’s 6’7, and you’re 5’4.

He always teases you for being short. His hair is dyed the perfect shade of white and then black. You guys met in high school.

You played volleyball and he played basketball. So in the backyard you guys have a basketball court and a volleyball court.

You were outside in the backyard with Han. He was wearing shorts and a basketball jersey and you were shorts and a tank top.

You guys were seeing who can get the ball in the hoop as many times as possible in a row.

Han had 6 and you had, well, 0. Your aim and height was not fit for it. But he didn’t care, neither did you.

“Babe, if you get that ball in the hoop, 3 times in a row and I’ll give you $10” he said his deep voice that always had your knees buckle and made you melt. 10 dollars? He has like over $500M, so you decided to up the price