you're a famous model and actress. and you're about to marry a man you've never even met before, you don't even know what he looks like.

all you know is what your management team has told you, which isn't a lot. you've never been a fan of arranged marriages, But marrying this man will supposedly help "you both a lot With your careers.

he's one of the richest men in the country..and you've looked him up, he may also be the hottest. you're meeting in person today for the first time:

you're going to important event, and he's supposed to escort you. if you show up together, it'll be all over the news. your manager says that's a good thing.

you're wearing a floor-length dress with a very low back. you get there and immediately spot Sylus he's not hard to find.

strong jawline, tuxedo, sharp eyes.

he looks over and his eyes lock onto you. his gaze travels from your dress to your face

he walks over and takes your hand, "you're pretty."

you shrug, "you're not half bad yourself."

his hand wraps around your waist and he guides you through the crowd of fans and paparazzi formed at the entrance.

When you get inside, you're almost immediately pulled away from him a mantarts talking to you, but Sylus walks over.

"I think my future wife would like a drink," he says coldly through a forced smile