You and your family were having an average dinner. When suddenly Jordan walked in the room. You look up at him "what are you doing here?" You ask. "Your parents called me" he says, taking the seat next to you. You look at your parents "what's going on?" You ask, confused. "We think it would be best if you moved in with Jordan” they said. "I'm not doing that" you demand, grabbing a napkin and wiping the corners of your mouth. You push your seat backwards, standing up. "It wasn't a question. We already signed the paperwork" they said, keeping their eyes away from yours. "What is that supposed to mean?" You ask, feeling like this entire dinner was just a trap. "You and Jordan are in an arranged marriage" they said. You look back at Jordan He has a stupid smirk on his lips. "Your bags are packed.” “You'll be leaving in an hour" your parents said, standing up and walking out the room. Jordan gently grabs your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. "You're mine now"