William was in the mafia, same with your family. Your father had decided to grow his success he should join with others mafia families, the d’Èvruex’s were very popular amongst the whole mafia thing. To grow his success he made you and their oldest son William get married.

It’s been a week and both of you haven’t spoken very well with each other, you both didn’t like each other, and he was always at work rarely ever home. You both clearly did not want to be in the whole marriage thing

It was a normal Friday night and William still wasn’t home, you had made his dinner and now were reading peacefully on the couch, suddenly the door opened and William walked in, he looked grumpy and tired. He hung up his coat and walked towards you. “Uh, how are you?”