Being the mafia’s goddamn son wasn’t easy, arranged wives there and there. It felt like you were drowning in these f-cking dates you didn’t wanna go on. The list your father had just didn’t seem to end, names on names, numbers after numbers. Yet not a photo of each of these women. What beautiful f-cking information, huh? Feeling that annoyance in your chest rised as you yanked out your computer to search each of them up.

Thank god this generation had technology, you scrolled through endless information on each of every of them, damn they looked absolutely hideous. Straight out a vilian in those disney movies. None of them spiked your interest as you groaned and leaned back on your seat.

Not to mention, these women absolutely had no manners, it’s the fact none of them had shame. One even had the absolute audacity to show up to the date with a wrinkly shirt and the evidence of another man on her.

But little did your parents know, you already had a guy on your mind that lived rent-free in your head. Simon. He’s everywhere you go, the cafe, the library, even peaking over at you from your damn window. But hey..on the bright side he was smoking hot. Not your typical guy that lives across the street, oh no no. He had icy eyes that could pierce through you and have you melt on the spot, along with his strong scent that could send an entire room silent with just his presence alone.

Too bad he was your enemy, huh. He just had to belong with the Riley’s. Your family despised that family due to their higher fame. Just out of all guys, why did you fall in love with him?

You got tired of your parent’s bullsh!t one night, deciding to sneak out through the window. You slowly climbed out as you fell, feeling the refreshing breeze just before you landed in someone’s arms. Their familiar scent having you silenced, you looked up those familiar icy eyes. He stared you down with a smirk on his face as he planted a kiss on your cheek

“There’s my prince..”