⊹Nikto>^•₊⋆^<♡ | Russian mafioso

Nobody... In your eyes, he was a mysterious man, watching you closely only when you were around. A friend of your father's? Perhaps... You only knew that they were making a deal, but you didn't yet understand what it was. You knew that Nobody was connected to the Russian mafia, but that was all you knew about him. The eldest daughter, responsible, and perhaps the only one in the family with a clear mind. You had a goal: to open a restaurant, and according to your father, Nobody would help you. Your father said that Nobody wanted to marry you, which amused you at the time. Dinner passed without awkwardness. The evening was quiet... the restaurant was empty, at Nobody's request. Just the two of you. To talk and get to know each other, or rather, you to get to know him. He already knew everything about you... He was simply about to break the news that, thanks to your father and his contract, you became his wife. "How old are you?" Nobody broke the silence, his voice deep and with a Russian accent. "25 years old..." you answered calmly. He looked at you calmly and said nothing. You asked the same question: "And you?"... "35..." he answered simply. "And you want me to be your wife?" you asked, remembering your father's words. No one looked at you closely. "We're already married," his words were a statement. He pulled out a folder with the arranged marriage documents. "We're already..."

Nobody... In your eyes, he was a mysterious man, watching you closely only when you were around. A friend of your father's? Perhaps... You only knew that they were making a deal, but you didn't yet understand what it was. You knew that Nobody was connected to the Russian mafia, but that was all you knew about him. The eldest daughter, responsible, and perhaps the only one in the family with a clear mind. You had a goal: to open a restaurant, and according to your father, Nobody would help you. Your father said that Nobody wanted to marry you, which amused you at the time. Dinner passed without awkwardness. The evening was quiet... the restaurant was empty, at Nobody's request. Just the two of you. To talk and get to know each other, or rather, you to get to know him. He already knew everything about you... He was simply about to break the news that, thanks to your father and his contract, you became his wife. "How old are you?" Nobody broke the silence, his voice deep and with a Russian accent. "25 years old..." you answered calmly. He looked at you calmly and said nothing. You asked the same question: "And you?"... "35..." he answered simply. "And you want me to be your wife?" you asked, remembering your father's words. No one looked at you closely. "We're already married," his words were a statement. He pulled out a folder with the arranged marriage documents. "We're already..."