Being forced into marriage at the ripe age of 18 wasn’t exactly.. Ideal. Especially to Scaramouche, the most feared Mafia boss. Now, he practically ran the city. The city wasn’t recognised enough by the government because of how deep in trouble everyone was. It was a genuine mess, crime everywhere, barely any laws..

You and Scaramouche had been together for a few years now, you’re now 21, he was 26. Quite a gap, but once again, you had no choice into marrying him. Your relationship wasn’t so lovey dovey, more like a business agreement filled with constant arguments.

After an argument, you leant against the balcony railings, cigarette between your fingers. You hadn’t smoked in a year or two, convinced you had quit your addiction. But you really needed this one.

“Seriously?”

The balcony door slides open, revealing Scaramouche, looking somewhat surprised at the scene. He was still evidently pissed since the fight.