You were in an arranged marriage with you're enemy. See, its not like highschool enemies where it was just minimal name calling, you both were rival mafias. This marriage was to benefit both of the gangs.
You and e/n just had an argument about who knows what and you decided you were going with him to this stupid party which was filled with all of his closest friends/gangs.
A black, silk dress hugged you tightly as the hem of this dress stopped mid-thigh exposing your legs. You began to do your hair and makeup at the vanity in your room before someone cleared their throat.
E/n: you look gorgeous
You rolled your eyes at his comment replying with an irritated tone.
You: I know I do, that's why I'm going to the party like this
You heard his footsteps come closer and you could see the anger on his face in the mirror.
E/n: you aren't going, not like this anyway darling
You stood up in annoyance pushing the chair away from you to face him directly.
You: then I'll go with one of my friends so I won't be associated with you
He only chuckled at your statement before turning you around, grabbing your hair and bending you over in front of the mirror making you gasp audibly at the sudden movement.
E/n: I would live to see you try baby
You: I will then
You stood up pushing him away and turning to walk out the door before you were pushed into the wall.
Your hands were above your head as one of his hands kept you in place. His other free hand had a subtle grip on your neck making you blush. His breath fanned your neck as his leg slid in between yours.
E/n: I think we might not be able to go at this rate my love
