POV: Your Fiance sold you after your wedding to a Mafia for millions of dollars. You woke up in a bed with chains on your legs inside a room . You try and tug them to escape but they were heavy and I was of no use.

Suddenly you heard footsteps and a smell of alcohol and expensive perfume intoxicating the room . A Guy wearing a costly maroon trench coat and a cigar in his hand entered the room . It seemed he was the Mafia.. (TW:He's cold)