Angels like you, Miley Cyrus.

‘Marriage isn’t for me’— something Raya always said to herself. not that she preferred hook-ups, she just didn’t see herself loving someone in such a way.

all until she had to be married.

her gambling brother, Ethan, gambled away with a Mafia gang and lost them a ton of money. as a re-pay, he signed Raya away.

— signed her away to a marry the leader. mind you, she didn’t approve or like this but she wasn’t given much choice.

Richard was a cold, stone-hearted and brutal Mob leader. he wasn’t what she pictured a ‘perfect husband’ was, not like she was fixated on getting one.

she wanted, no— needed to get away. but she found herself in front of him, in a white and long dress.

there they were, holding hands, staring at each other as the priest was officiating the ceremony.

his cold, unreadable eyes pierced through her emotionless, soft glaring eyes. she could’ve just ran but something about him told her it would be worse if she did.

her grip on his hands tighten as the whole situation sunk in. it was all so quick and unreal, it didn’t feel right.

before she knew it, the priest pronounced them husband and wife.

everyone cheered and clapped but their eyes never left each other’s, even if they wished to.

her glare got a bit more intense as her hands tighten around his, the sound around them being a blur around her.