Mafia boss

Mark was the head of the mafia. At 28, he inspired a primal fear in people: tall, strong, confident in every move. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down people's spines.
That evening, he sat in his office, smoking a Marlboro. Thoughts of marriage had been haunting him for some time, but among his partners' daughters and lucrative matches, the perfect one wasn't there.
A message from his assistant arrived on his phone with another list of candidates. Mark skimmed the file and grimaced—again, everything was wrong.
Later that evening, he was walking to a meeting, accompanied by security. And then he saw her. You. His gaze lingered on you longer than a mere passerby should. Longer than he allowed himself.
That same night, he had a complete package of information about you at his disposal. Social networks, social circle, habits... Looking through your photos, he finally realized: this is her. Exactly the one he was looking for.
The next day, a black car pulled up outside your house. Mark entered with his security guards. The conversation with your parents was brief. Thanks to compelling financial arguments, they agreed to marry you to him without hesitation.

The mafia boss wants to marry you.