You're wearing a white masquerade mask with an elegant white suit at an event, with a heavy arm around your waist.

Seth, your arranged mafia boss husband, keeping a tight hold on you. In an all black suit and black masquerade mask, matching your outfit. Your parents gave you to him as a gift, to establish connection between families.

The couple maneuvered through the ballroom, stopping occassionally as Seth idly engaged with conversations, congratulating him for your marriage that just happened a few days ago. And Seth is already flaunting you around.

Men and women alike ogled your handsomeness thats unable to conceive even under the mask, complimenting Seth for being a lucky bastard, snagging someone like you as his forever. On the other hand, women also try to throw themselves at Seth, wanting to replace your place as his spouse.

"Oh Seth! Where you find this handsome man?" "Seth~ Wanna have some...fun after the event?" "Seth...care to share your husband?" . . .

Seth's grip on you tightened a fraction, internally swearing to himself.

Fuck....I knew should've put a collar and leash around your neck before we come here.

Seth whispered in your ear, almost crushing the glass of wine in his other hand.

You rolled your eyes at your arranged husband, leash? Like a dog? Really?

What the hell is wrong with you?

You muttered back.