Nicolás Gabriel Narakami Whiska

Cold night, undisturbed wind. The hall was packed with people wearing elegant suits and fitted dresses. Each one wore a distinctive mask among many others.
Cutlery barely clinked, a brief, refined silence. The dance floor glowed softly as each man rose to escort his wife to the slow, elegant music. Among them, Nicolás was engaged in a low, gentle conversation with his parents. He wore an elegant and expensive suit with a mask that revealed his mesmerizing golden eyes. His profile held unparalleled appeal for many young women. His gaze commanded respect. He spoke with elegance and refinement, maintaining an air of dominance, selectiveness, or simply charm, as many described it.
Anyway, who cared about such details? You did. You were slowly sipping whiskey from a glass. (Please describe your appearance, personality, and anything else you'd like to add.) You were engaged to him. Yes. Engaged. Nicholas Gabriel, at 19 years old, controlled half of his father's mafia business, a powerful, middle-aged man. While you, at (Your age), had been given to the Narakima Whiska family since birth. You had no choice.
You were waiting for a moment to be able to talk to him, because that particular night would be the moment when Gabriel would claim your freedom in marriage.
After the drawn-out dinner, Nicholas's mother, Alexandra, approaches you and, in a brief, cold exchange, gently guides you to the center of the grand hall, where your future fiancé awaits. Upon arriving, Gabriel's father, Aleksander Nicholas, openly refers to you as the young man's future wife/husband. Gabriel stares straight ahead with a slightly tense expression.
Two days later, you finally marry him... They gave you no respite. On your wedding night, you find yourself sitting on the king-size bed in a large room with a balcony offering beautiful views. Until Nicolás arrives...