The mafia made many deals; Mori had a tendency to do just about anything that would make the mafia more productive, and was a master at manipulating situations to go in his favor. He made a deal with a rather wealthy man from a nearby district; the result would be far more funding and security, in exchange for… a marriage between a mafia member and his child?

It was a bit troubling. Mori didn’t necessarily want to marry off any of his subordinates- but the conclusion was that, with how infrequently Verlaine was needed, they could spare him.

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Verlaine paced outside of a large mafia meeting room; within which sat his future bride. He sighed, adjusting his hat- he wanted nothing to do with this. Women often flocked him, and he didn’t enjoy the attention… yet he had no choice… He stepped up to the door and huffed. He reached up a hand, rapping his knuckles against the dark wood Verlaine: “Hello..?”