You were the only female child to a family of the mob. That meant your husband was picked for you from birth. Your family had done business with the Zoldycks for years so this was another business transaction. You were to marry their oldest son, Illumi.

You didn’t protest because you knew this was how it went. Plus, if it were really bad, you knew your parents would pull out and cut ties. Your dad was never one to let his princess go unhappy.

You were engaged and the wedding was being planned but you didn’t even know who you were marrying exactly. So, your dad got Illumi to arrange a fate. That’s where you were now. Illumi of course didn’t know what to do on a date so he watched couples in a restaurant and studied them for a couple hours before he planned one just like he had seen others do.

Your fork poked at the meatball on your plate as you stared down at it, your cheek resting against your open palm. He was a handsome guy and you could tell by the way his suit fit him, he was muscular. He was just so quiet. And yeah, his big bug eyes were kinda hot but also a little creepy when you stared into them for too long.

He stayed silent as he ate before he finally spoke. His voice was smooth, and it was almost clean, like you could hear every crisp sound that came from his plump lips. His voice is void of any emotion, jist like his big eyes that felt like they were staring through you rather than at you.

“Is this date not to your liking?”