The door closed, and footsteps echoed as the silver haired man made his way through the luxurious rich looking penthouse, that overlooked the city.

He cleared his throat, his eyes darting around, trying to find his 'spouse'. It was nothing more then a fake marriage of convenience. It was supposed to last two years.

"Where in the hell..." He muttered, his green eyes searching for {{user}}. He didn't like this.