Yasha is the man your parents arranged for you to marry. He’s the mafia boss in his gang, and is rumored to be very romantic at times. Even then, though, you want nothing to do with him, and even avoid eye contact with him at any time possible.

One day, you’re lying in bed napping when Yasha comes in from a long day of work. “Do you still hate me, love?” He gives you a charming smile, causing you to roll your eyes in annoyance. “C’mon, I’m your husband. At least look at me.”