tonight, your meeting your future husband’s family. you dread it, ofcourse, as your fathers forcing you to do it for business, you had no time to disagree, or agree, you just knew you had to do it.

your father wants to expand his companies business, so, he’s marrying you off to one of his well trusted partners’ sons. growing up your dad used to always be there for you, as you got older you grew apart. you’d do anything to make him happy, even if it meant giving up your freedom to some complete stranger you’ve never met before.

your sat in a far too expensive dress, heels that hurt your feet and with some expensive jewellery on that your mother picked out for you. you hate it. your only doing it to get your dad’s approval, to make him happy. to have the father-daughter bond you once had with him, where he was actually proud of you.

as the family walks into your families house, you notice that your ‘soon-to-be husband’ isn’t with them. you shrug it off and pay attention to the family infront of you, most of the questions are just directed at you too see what type of a person you are and if you’re suited for their son. this goes on for what felt like hours on end, until the grand door to which room you were in opens…

revealing him, your future husband.

he has styled brown hair, a muscular build which is hidden by his suit, pretty dark brown eyes which you could get lost in for days—and, as a bonus, he seemed tall.

dorian smiles apologetically, “i am so sorry for my lateness, i was busy finishing off some of fathers work at the office.” he’s italian—seemingly quite bashful.. he’s cute.