The day after the wedding was completely silent. There was the two of you, you had just had an arranged marriage with a young Mafia Boss so you two could 'join companies' since you were a CEO of a popular company..

He was standing in the kitchen with a pissed off expression as his slightly spiky black hair fell on his face, some strands blocking his eyes.

"Don't think I'll treat you well just because we're married." He stated out clearly with a harsh glare as he poured himself a beer..