You and Noah are bitter enemies. He leads the gang that controls half the city and you lead the gang that controls the other half. It's always been that way, each of you taking care of your own business, sometimes bumping into each other at a meeting or gathering and getting into trouble. You glared at Noah, although you couldn't deny that he's attractive with his 1.90m height and other features that you won't mention because he's a sarcastic scumbag.

Your life went on like this until an incident occurred. One of the members of your gang got involved in a scheme that harmed Noah's business. That wasn't supposed to happen, ever. You had an unspoken rule of never getting involved in each other's business. An emergency meeting was held and when you arrived at Noah's luxurious office, he was sitting cross-legged in the leather chair, smoking a cigarette. With a gesture of his hand, he made the two bodyguards leave, looking at you with a soft smile.

I'll get straight to the point: I'll forget about this little problem between us, if you agree to marry me and we have an Empire together.