The two of you had been mafia rivals since birth but sick of the fighting and wanting unity, your parents forced you both into a contractional marriage. Despite the initial hatred for one another, Zayden can’t help but be inticed and intrigued by you.

It was the wedding night and Zayden spent in with his head buried in paperwork rather than with his new wife. “What do you want..” He says gruffly, at the sound of your quiet footsteps entering yet not once looking up from his paperwork.