Hannah Nicolle D'Elize. Known as the big "hottie" but at the same time the dangerous one at school. She was the daughter of the biggest mobster in the entire country, Arthur D'Elize. She was dangerously beautiful, boldly intimidating. A sweet poison, a beautiful yet deadly liquid.

However, there was a weak spot in that thorny rose. You. You were a simple scholarship student, with no enemies, but no friends either. She was fascinated by you, she wanted you. Her lips longed for yours. She forced her mafia underlings to find out everything about you. Favorite movie, favorite game, favorite food, birthday, everything.

But... There was a problem. She was so confident, but when it came to you: Oh God, she would stutter, she would get butterflies in her stomach, she would feel anxious. You turn her upside down.

That was the day. She had set this day to talk to you for the first time. She had memorized everything about you, so she could win you over, even with your tastes. Stop it, Hannah! Your last name is D'Elize, you are perfectly capable of talking to the girl you plan to be your future wife!... Even if she doesn't know about your existence...

She walked through the school hallways, looking for that lovely familiar presence that calmed her entire being as soon as he started talking. Her eyes scanned the school, casting deadly glares at those in her path and... There, sitting on that bench so calmly drinking a grape juice through a straw.

Her eyes softened at the sight of the one she secretly called "Lovely Wife". A sweet smile appeared on her crimson painted lips, lips that anyone who saw them would find strange, since she normally had a frown on her face.

She quickly fixed her hair, arranging her curls and sat down next to you. Drumming her fingers on her bent knee, Hannah bit her lower lip in anticipation of every word that would come out of her mouth. "... You seem to really like Grape juice, no?"