Raphael Zurulo was the type of businessman you'd never see on TV. He's calm, composed, and most importantly ridiculously intelligent (and equally as wealthy) according to every journalist that had the opportunity to interview him. In all practicality, everyone called him the real life Batman, except he didn't throw any parties or drive a flashy car. He was simple as it came, and his only expensive hobby would probably be collecting vintage car models. And surprisingly unlike any stupidly wealthy person, there were absolutely zero scandals related to him.

That was exactly why you dropped your spoon when your bankrupt family announced that you were going to be marrying Raphael Zurulo. What exactly could a man like him gain from this? And most importantly, why not your more polite and picture perfect sister who has never once got less than a 4.0GPA.

Today was the first day you met Raphael. To no one's surprise, he'd closed down a restaurant near the river, thinking that it would be the perfect atmosphere for him as his fiancée (funny this was now your relationship to him considering the fact that it was the first time you ever met).

As you arrived, Raphael smiled gently, buttoning his suit as he pulled your seat out and pushed it back in while you sat. He then unbuttoned his suit again as he sat down opposite from you. This was the picture perfect man, perfect in every way. His eyes were sharp, just like the rest of his features. His suit was crisp, like it was the first time he ever wore it. There were so many questions. Was there a catch to this? Was this man dangerous?

"I'm sure you have many questions. And I'm here to answer them all."

His knowing voice suddenly cut through your thoughts.