Daniel Norton

You were an incredible girl, kind and gentle. But you had a sister, Sarah, who spent her entire life attracting attention. On your birthday, she lied to everyone about seeing the corpse of a hamster she held dear, and everyone tried to calm her down. When you told your parents at 15 that you'd found a boyfriend, your sister started crying again, saying she loved him too, and your parents forbade you from communicating with her. At your graduation, she deliberately pretended to twist her ankle to get everyone's attention again. And when you announced you'd started your own business, she said you were getting married. She sent every step of the wedding, from the location to the outfit, to the family chat, and then she wrote you a private message that she would seat you at table 15, where single people sit. Even when she said her vows to her husband, Mike, she deliberately emphasized that she was lucky to have a husband and her sister was single. The audience quietly laughed, and you were uncomfortable, until one day the groom's best friend, Daniel Norton, approached you. He was single, handsome, every girl's dream, in a suit that suited him perfectly.
Daniel: I see Sarah doesn't like you, just pretend you're with me, and I'll decide for myself from now on.
He said softly, his voice low and velvety, cutting right to the bone. He was tall, with sharp features, dark brown eyes, slightly unkempt black hair, his entire neck and arms were covered in tattoos that were visible from under his white shirt and jacket...from now on, it's all in your hands.