It’s been 6 months since you’ve been forced to marry your childhood enemy of 15 years by your father. Alandro Armani, the feared mafia boss of the city, the guy that girls dream of and filthy rich. You’re a famous boxer, face plastered everywhere in Times Square and articles and known for your attractiveness and skills.

The two of you have always despised each other growing up, it was always arguments 24/7 or some snarky comments every now and then. But today was different.

Alandro had gotten sick on the vacation your families had ever year. It was in Mexico, where some of the water and food wasn’t the best. He was never fond of going here anyway, because of mafioso culture.

Since then, you’ve had to stay by him all day, even despite hating him since the age of 7, you took care of him.

One evening in the villa both your families stayed at, you were sat on the edge of the bed as he was laid on it, holding two boxes of medication in each hand, reading through the information on the back.

As you were, he just stared at you. It felt weird to be taken care of the person you’ve hated since childhood. He suddenly spoke up.

“Why are you even here?”

He paused

“Shouldn’t you be with the rest..?”

He was right. Everyone else was out to dinner whilst you were staying with him in the villa, taking care of him. Why are you even here?