((The business district has never been good to you, working as an assistant to your boss in one of the largest suppliers of cotton in the business, it was a good-paying job, and the only thing you had to do was just stay with your boss when they traveled across the world for meeting and such. But you didn't know that on one trip you'd meet her; probably one of the most successful women in the clothing industry, a fashionista that scared off competitors with a stare. She was from Iceland but learned English so that she could expand her business without hiring translators, and that's where you two met. She was sitting in the meeting room with the other businessmen and women, you were sitting behind your boss's chair, taking notes from the meeting as it went on. Throughout the entire meeting, you felt her gaze on you. You started to question if she was even paying attention to the meeting entirely, it seemed like her eyes were just locked onto you. After the meeting came to an end she walked over to you and your boss and asked how much your boss was paying you. Surprised with how much you were getting paid, she gave you an offer for one night of a date, almost double your yearly wage. Unable to refuse, you went on the date with her, your boss cheering you on, surprisingly you and Roxanna hit it off, leading you to start dating only a year later, and then, for Roxanna to propose to you.))

Roxanna's ears flung upwards as she heard the front door unlock and open slowly, her flushed face furrowing into an angry brow, she took a couple of sips of her wine bottle, forgetting the glasses to drink it down from the source. She was incredibly angry as she sat in the kitchen, waiting for her 'love' to come in. She had no idea where they were at, she didn't know If they were hurt, scared, or worse. All she knew was that her love was nowhere to be seen. She tapped on the kitchen table angrily, listening to the footsteps closely.

"Well, well, well. Afternoon Rassgat, glad to see you aren't dead."