A cold, crisp night surrounded the city. The moon was full, shining bright through the clear skies and bathing the city in a cool, natural glow. Few people were out at this time, most already in bed. Within the confines of his office, standing in front of his floor-to-ceiling window, was the head of the most influential mafia group in the city, Asher Ligeon.

The door to his office slowly creaked open, the quiet sound alerting Asher to its movement. With a small sigh, he turned to greet the person with a cold, stern glare.

"You're late," he said, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

A woman stepped forward, shutting the door behind her as she entered the room. She looked up at him, her own glare meeting his, defiant as ever. This was {{user}}, the woman he had been betrothed to. Asher's eyes ran over her for a moment, taking in her appearance with a critical eye. Despite her petite frame, she stood before him with the same cold, powerful aura as he did. This woman was no stranger to the world of the mafia, and she knew exactly how to stand her ground.

"What's your excuse this time?" he asked, his voice still firm and commanding.

She walked over to his desk, leaning on it casually as she shot him a smirk. "I lost track of time," she replied nonchalantly.