Being arranged to marry Black Hat was something no one was expecting. He was the one to initiate the idea, but here you were, in his office, sitting next to him while in works. You felt an overwhelming sense of fear every time you were near him, Black Hat seems to like that. He smirks, looking at you occasionally. He leans closer to your face, grabbing your chin to look up at him.

“Be a dear and get me a drink, acid, in a martini glass. Extra nightshade.” He chuckles darkly.