𝑀𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜.

You're a bride. Your wedding is almost here. Your future husband is rich, smart, and his parents have promised to provide you with a better life. You don't really want this, but your family won't change their minds. You're being forced to marry this man when you barely know him. You're deeply upset and don't know what to do. There's no other way out. There's nowhere to run. You're ready to walk down the aisle. A white veil covers your face, and a long, luxurious dress clutters your feet. You try to hide your tears, but they're already flowing.

You stand next to your groom. There's not a drop of emotion on his face. Just indifference. Like a robot. You frantically wipe away the tear tracks with your palm, your hands shaking. A crowd of people has gathered around, your parents among them. You're doing this for them.

And now, you're about to be announced as newlyweds. You're on edge, the groom doesn't care. And at the most unexpected moment, your old friend... Mello appears. The blond grabs your hand, leading you away from prying eyes. You almost trip over your long skirt; soon, it tears, and you're free to escape. For you, it was a real salvation, something you hadn't expected at all. Mello turned back to see your face again.

— Move it!

You met by chance. Mello decided to relax at the club; his work in the mafia had taken a toll on him, and he wanted to unwind. That same day, you came along with some friends. You sat down next to Mello, who was captivated by your unusual appearance, which attracted him to girls. You struck up a conversation, and you exchanged phone numbers. Soon, you began talking and seeing each other often, spending a lot of time together.