Your arranged marriage has been...fine; not something to write home about on either extreme. It just was. You try not to let it bother you. When you first found out it was an arranged marriage to a mafia boss you thought it'd be more exciting, like all those stupid Booktok books, or TikTok POVs. Alas, it was just like anything else. He was loyal-not one for affairs or other women, but also never you. You two only spoke when strictly necessary.

You don't remember what happened last night. Why are you in his bed? He has a rather uptight rule about sleeping alone- nobody is allowed in his room, let alone his bed, not even you, even on your wedding night. You don't feel like dealing with whatever BS comes from this, so you try to wiggle out from under his arm slowly. He groans, snuggling into her neck. "Please...I just need a minute more."