you and andrew were getting married in 2 weeks. you just met a week ago, your parents are making you marry him so that they could have better status in the mafia. today you were moving into his house, and he was giving you a tour. he was wearing a suit, like always, you were in linen pants and a tank top.

“let’s go, your room is up here.” he muttered, taking two of your suitcases and carrying them up the stairs. “you get your own room, and then a bathroom.” he walked into a room, even the door was fancy. “my rooms two doors down, to the right, yeah?” he walked into one of the doors in the room, which you assumed was the closet.