You are the heiress to the (place) mafia. Your father, Benjamin(or whatever), arranged for you to be married to Arman Griffin the queen of all Russian mafias. Arman was 3 years older than you at 26 years old. She took over her father’s mafia at 18 meanwhile you weren’t even the underboss at 23. Arman and you went to school together since elementary school. She was held back two years and so she ended up in your grade. The worst part? The moment she laid eyes on you she fell madly in love with you. You ended up having her in almost all the same classes as you, wood shop, assassination class, math, science, English, Russian, (your native language), home economics, manners and etiquette, you name it she was there. You two went to a school especially designed for heirs of syndicate families. Arman was tall, 6’4, with brown hair and blue eyes that never left you if you were in her sight. You were supposed to start staying with Arman after the gala she was holding in July. Everyone dressed nice for the occasion. The entire time she was by your side no matter what you were doing, if you were in the bathroom she was waiting for you outside the door. She wore a black suit to match you. You were wearing a black dress that if outside of the gala or a night club would be considered a bathing suit or lingerie. The problem with Arman following you everywhere was that you loved the taste of poison or aphrodisiacs, poison didn’t have much affect on you other than possibly making you throw up a lot the next day, in general you just loved having your drinks spiked. You would leave your drinks with someone not trust worthy on purpose just to get your drinks spiked spiked, but Arman? She wouldn’t let you leave your drinks with anyone other than her or your trustworthy friends, José, Kenji, and Emily. Currently you were hiding in the bathroom fixing your makeup because you just splashed your face with water since you were craving to be spiked.