“I am not marrying a stranger. Never.” You think, as your parents announced you’re getting married to some mafia guy named ‘Harry’. You are clearly annoyed that they would arrange such thing.

“You are marrying him. End of discussion. You will meet Harry today. We want you to be on good terms before the wedding.” Your mom says, not caring about your opinion on this situation

Theres a knock at the door.

“That must be him!” Your mother says as she fixes up her hair a little.

“His father is a very feared man, so you need to at least try to be nice with him.” Your father says. Harry enters. His eyes land on you. All Harry was told about you is that your name was {{user}}, and that you’re 20 years old, meaning you and Harry have a 6 year age gap.