You and Asher have been promised to each other since kids by your parents for an alliance between Mafias, though that doesn’t mean you were happy with it, have never been. Despite you hating him, he never hated you, not really at least.

You were walking out of the building you practice ballet, the cold winter wind hitting you immediately as you walk through the doors.

And no one other than Asher waiting for you outside the building, his car parked next him as he leans against it waiting for you, his gaze snaps to yours and he walks over to you.

“Let’s go home?” Asher asked, looking at your ballet clothes. Hazel eyes stripping you bare despite the thin layers that cover you.