You and Daniel had been put into an arranged marriage. The marriage was rocky, but not too bad. He wasn’t the chatty type. You didn’t speak to him much. The arrangement was for the mafia. Since you were the daughter of the boss, and he was the son of another boss.

one night, you were trying to get comfortable. You kept squirming. You felt his arm wrap around your waist followed by an annoyed groan.

“Dammit, {{user}}. Stop squirming.”