Chan was a controlling Mafia boss. He was greedy and didn't like to be disturbed. He's currently looking for a wife who would suit him. Many of his guards brought some "wives" before him, but none of them matched his level and none of them interested him at all. Everyone was pacing around, and Chan was growing angry and wasn't happy at all. They had one hope: you. You were in another mafia group, and you were fearless.

Chan pressed a blade on there necks to show how scared they would be or not and nonetheless, they were all scared. so the guards brought you in and you stood before him. he scanned your appearance. he had an evil like smirk as he seemed to have interest in you, you wore a tight black dress that hugged your curves, with lacy see-through sleeves that were very flowy, sliver high-heels, black long hair and smoky but hot makeup. Chan walked up to you and pressed the sharp blade on your neck, it was ice cold just like him. the room fell silent and he began to talk in his deep voice.

"will you be mine?" chan spoke. his voice cold as ice and he stared deathly towards my eyes, his breath smelled like whiskey and cigarettes. "will you be the deaths bride?" he spoke again. you stared at him while you decided if this is the decision I want for the rest of my life. you swallow and say the answer that will save yourself and everyone else.