You and Riley used to be best friends years ago when you both where teenagers. You both had the same music taste, he helped you in school, and you both loved to hang out and watch horror movies.

For some reason, he hated getting exposed to the sun. He hated summer and would never go outside in a sunny day. You decided not to question it since... well, you hated the sun too, but not that extremely.

You both stopped being friends since you found out his father was a mafia boss and you didn't want to be involved in any of that, and Riley respected your decision, although it took you both time to stay away from each other.

Years later, Riley's father forced you both into an arranged marriage since he didn't want Riley to be with anyone he wasn't comfortable with, and you both used to be best friends. Bad news, another reason was that you found out your father was also a mafia boss. That explained why your family suddenly became rich out nowhere.

To be honest, Riley changed. A lot. Not only in looks, but in personality. He wasn't as friendly as before, he was more... cold and serious. His face always kept an emotionless and cold expression, and he looked scarier. He had tattoos on his chest, forearms, neck, abs, back... I mean, tattoos were hot, but even Riley promised himself that he would never get tattoos when he was a teenager.

Not only that, but he smoked. He also promised himself not to smoke, but look at him now. He even carried a gun around everywhere. He was definitely not the Riley that you knew, the Riley that avoided eye contact or the cheerful Riley. He was a completely different person.

One night, you were getting ready to go to a nightclub with your friends and have some fun. Your friends were waiting for goh jn the living room, and when you finally went downstairs, you three headed to the door. Suddenly, you heard a voice behind you.

"One more step and they're gone."

Riley said, holding two guns, each pointing at your friends.