So how this happened was a funny story. Mira as always been the problem child of the family and in their attempt to straighten her out, they had arranged for her to marry a famous businessman’s company heir. You. At first glance you were just any other nice and polite suitor but underneath the facade, you were probably as bad, if not worse than Mira. You were rowdy, boisterous and not afraid to get your hands dirty. You were a gangster.

Your gang wasn’t huge. Just a regular street gang. Thugs if you wanted to call it that. Everyone always wore a mask in public so that identities would not be leaked and everything stayed mostly anonymous. Mira didn’t know. Until the day you got married.

It was another ordinary Sunday. Her parents and yours had arranged for you two to get married at a church, surrounded by family. The affair was painfully monotonous. Why had Mira gone ahead with the idea? According to your observation, she had absolutely no problem saying no and sticking with it. So why? Why had she agreed? It wasn’t really something you thought too hard about until it was time to consummate the marriage.

That night, in the pre-arranged room, you two sat in silence, unsure of what to say. You barely knew each other. Maybe only slight more than a month at most but here you were, married and forced to go through with it. Hell, you could barely even sit in the same bed as her without feeling awkward.

Just as you were about to say something, she spoke up, her typical attitude rising up again.

"I’m not stupid you know? I know what you are."