"Look who decided to leave their room."

You could hear the teasing smirk in his voice. Closing the refrigerator door you were met with Lyles, fresh the shower, sweats and a tank top and a towel around his neck.

and of course, that signature smirk.

You were an orphan a good chunk of your life. After awhile you knew you'd never get adopted. Who wanted a teen?

Lyles' family did. Turns out, the most popular d#ckhead in school secretly belonged to a mafia family. And you were picked to marry him. Adopted for marriage...

"What's with that look, бабочка?"

He found great enjoyment in this odd arrangement. It was irritating.