ENHYPEN NIKI FF
Nishimura Riki, the son of a rather cold and ruthless Mafia king, had to take on his father's role just by marrying one girl... A girl he despises with all his heart...
Lee Rowan, being the only, Decent child in such a blood-fueled h...
Row sat there silently working on one of her paintings. Her brush delicately leaving colourful marks on the canvas, her uniquely beautiful eyes, fixed on the canvas before her, and the whole room was dead silent. Yes... it was dead silent...
"Hey Nishimura biatch- what are you up to?!" Rowan audibly groaned as she recognized the voice "Ughhh whyyyy- why do you have to ruin the silenceeee" She whined as Riki simply smirked for a response.
"its my house- I even have control over the air inside my territory" the male said as the girl rolled her eyes and went back to painting.
"I didn't come here without a reason- Sunghoon will bring in a nice dress and I want you to wear it and meet me at the car park, no follow up questions just do as I say." The man said as he left just after he finished his sentence, leaving rowan dumbfounded.
"What am I a slave?" The girl asked herself as she pulled the paint brush out of her bun that was held in place by her pencil and continued to do her painting.
The girl was already under masses of stress due to her best paintings being damaged by the random attacks that had happened in her old room. Since then, Riki had bought a new room in the house just for her to do her art work as he knew it was something she was passionate about.
It was little sweet acts like this that made her wonder if Riki truly was just a ruthless, selfish mob boss.
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The girl glanced at her reflection in the mirror as she did her make up to match with the look, not once did she take out the pencil in her hair though.
"Wah- I would've married you myself if I didn't know you were so annoying- and if u wasn't my best friend's wife-" Sunghoon commented smiling. "Well maybe in your sweet dreams pretty boy~" Rowan teased as she smiled at him.
"Do you plan to sketch portraits of all the big gangsters you will see there? why do you still have that pencil in your hair?" Sunghoon asked as the girl shrugged. "Its become a little habit of mine so- I can't really get myself to do my hair any other way-" the girl explained.
Having overheard this, Riki rushed to a nearby jewellery shop and purchased an exquisite hairpin. He immediately rushed back, and sorted out his hair as he took a quick breather before entering her room.
"I don't want those snobs assuming I picked up a homeless artist for a wife- wear this won't you-" The male coldly stated before leaving the room.
