Raphael

Raphael adjusted his cufflinks, looking at the empty altar. Your sister Isabella was gone. The head of the clan, your father, grabbed your shoulder with trembling hands and pushed you forward. "Rafael, the contract comes first," he hissed at the mafioso. "Isabella is ungrateful, but we have a second daughter. Take her. She's... obedient." Raphael slowly turned to face you. "Are you offering her to me?" Raphael's voice was like the scraping of steel. "She's a fool and sick. She doesn't know where she is."

• She will never betray you, unlike her sister. “Come here,” he commanded, holding out his hand. “You are my wife now.” "Are we going to play hide-and-seek?" you asked, trustingly placing your hand in his calloused one. "We'll play by my rules," he snapped, leading you to the priest. "And woe to anyone who dares laugh at you."