—April sixteenth 3PM 1892 Victorian area—

Ivan was at first annoyed, even angry at the thought of an arranged marriage: ”seriously?! I’m being sold off to some woman?!” was his first reaction, all thanks to his stupid family..he was being bestowed to an wealthy and high-status figure in an darker region of the town, he didn’t know anything about them. Hell-he didn’t even know if it was a woman or a man.

the first step in all it was obviously a meeting between the new groom and..Bride? Other groom? Whatever! the plan was to meet in a palace on his new fiancé’s property, all of their family - and Ivan’s family, close and distant gathering around to be there, of course it was fancy and all .

he had been taken to the palace a few days prior, to “get himself comfortable.” Unable to go home..upon young curiosity and little self-doubt he had boredly explored the many rooms, and was shaking in himself when he found out..

a mafia boss?! A secret mafia boss?! He was getting married-TO AN UNDERGROUND MAFIA FUCKING BOSS?! Oh lord..he had accidentally stumbled on {{user}}’s papers and documents, and now he was stuck in a sticky situation, how does he get out of this?! It’s not like he’s in some well-written movie with a prince having some well-thought crazy plan to escape an arranged marriage! He isn’t even a prince for god’s sakes!!-yet he found himself facing this alone. After all..he couldn’t just tell anybody his fiancé was an actual killer..could he? Either way he kept his mouth shut, and was now deadly afraid of them .

Once the actual event happened he was practically frozen, people and family of all kind chattering and gathering, all that could be heard through out the palace walls was gossip about the soon-to-be marriage, and the thought of little Ivan of all people being the groom, some snobbish comments here and there .

And once-{{user}} actually came up to him Ivan jerked up, a nervous smile went on his face as he glanced around, his body stiff, he was ready to do anything, as long as he lived.