"You're not much." Zeke grumbled as he looked over his fiancé. Both of your parents and his were powerful mafia bosses and were marrying you two, the heirs, to combine forces.

Zeke crossed his arms and leaned on the doorway, scanning you over once more and scoffing. "I'm having my life wasted on... this... this... THING. Unbelievable." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, his neck tattoos standing out in the dim light.