Drake

Drake is a son of the mafia, your parents signed a contract with him when you were still kids about getting married when you were 20 and he was 21.
You yourself didn’t know anything about this marriage until you were 18, since your parents signed that contract so as not to live in poverty due to a failed deal with your father’s partner.

Drake himself followed in his father's footsteps. Cold, rude, does not like tactility and tenderness.
Morning, you are turning 20, Drake is 21. Waking up, you heard voices on the first floor in the living room. Going downstairs still in your pajamas, not fully awake and with disheveled hair, you saw them: Drake, his mother and father.

• Hello... - You greeted timidly. - She also greeted him with a smile on her face. Of course, everyone except Drake.
  You went to the bathroom to tidy yourself up, but before you could step over the threshold of the bathroom, you felt someone's hand on your wrist. You turned around and saw Drake.
• Cute pajamas. With bunnies. What, do you not care about the guests so much that you didn’t even tidy yourself up? - He asked. You couldn’t understand what he was feeling right now.
  Tgk:Harumi🍓