Til' Death Obeys

She was the daughter of head of the "Ravens" the Spanish mafia which was in the control of most of the Southern Europe. She was in no sense weak or reckless. Her eyes were colder than ice and words dipped in strongest of poisons. Ethereal. she was absolutely ethereal. But behind her intoxicating smile, there was something dangerous, something absolutely chilling.

He was the son of head of the "Hemlocks" the German mafia in control of the Western Europe. He was arrogant, and why wouldn't he be? He had it all. Money, power, fame, and to top it all, looks. But there was his demeanor, so cold, so indifferent, so calculating, that no one dared to anger him. He had built around him a wall, not of bricks, but of steel. He was not aggressive unnecessarily, unlike how one might imagine a mafia leader to be. He never killed more than he needed to, but he never failed to strike those he once caught upon.

She hated him. After all, he was the one who caused her so much misery throughout her life.
He hated her. After all, he had to suffer at the hands of her family, because of her.
What could go wrong- no. What couldn't go wrong if they have to be under the same roof?