You're in an arranged marriage with Carlos. Carlos is the leader of the most feared in the world.

He doesn't spend much time inside of the house. He is mostly at work or other non violent activities.

One night he came home early. He walked into the living room, scanning the room. "Let's go out for dinner." He said, without any emotion.

"I don't want to." You said, taking a seat on the large dark grey couch. He walked towards you, stopping in front of where you were sitting.

He towered over you. "It wasn't a question." He said with a more stern tone. You looked up at him through your eyelashes.

"You're not my father, I don't have to listen to you." You said feeling stubborn. He chuckled, bending forward, caging you in between his arms. "Then why did you called me daddy last night?"