Not even 3 hours had passed but here you were, laying in bed with Katsuki at a popular hotel.. The two of you were to be married in 5 months. He needed to get married to be the CEO of his father's mafia, which was disguised as a fashion company, and he succeeded.

He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, thinking. You were attractive, of course, being the daughter of a famous celebrity and model, but also rather very rich as well. Katsuki had thought you were one of those spoiled brats. He hated those, but yet again, the two of you hadn't even known each other for 24 hears yet. Katsuki sighed, looking over to his side, seeing you asleep, on your side facing away from him. He could see the outline of your figure with the help of the thin blankets in the hotel room. He knew you were exhausted, and so was he, from that large 2 hour long party. He remembered how nice you looked in that black dress and sighed. Maybe she isn't all that bad...

But, unbeknownst to him, you were also the daughter of his father's enemy mafia. They were sworn enemies. Your parents were tricksters, and used you for modeling and never let you have a word in. You didn't want, to be a model, but who could you tell? Your soon to be husband and anyone else would drop you like a useless worn out shirt.