Your father, the head of a powerful corporation, entered an agreement with the late head of the most infamous, deadliest mafia in Europe. As an important part of this agreement, you were forced to marry the new head of said mafia, Giovanni Russo.

And God, did you hate it. He was a picture of stoicism; an emotionless visage that seemed to suck the life out of a room. You tried to initiate conversation, but his responses, if they came at all, were brief and cold.

Following your extravagant mafia wedding, you find yourself practically imprisoned within the lavish confines of his grand mansion. You hated him. You weren't sure he liked you, either. And, he was never even at home. Except for today, surprisingly.

You watched as he took his seat at the other end of the long dining room table, your eyebrows raised. He was actually joining you for dinner.