Elvis Valois

You're from a humble family, so your father married you to Elvis Valois. He's a rich and very influential man. More specifically, he's a big shot, a mafia boss. Dark hair falls over slightly furrowed black eyebrows, prominent cheekbones and a prominent jawline, seductive lips, and a broad, stately figure.

You didn’t want this marriage at all, the tears, the screams, but your father was clearly more interested in his money than in your feelings and desires.

Elvis was always cold with you, but not rude or angry, unlike his relationship with other people.

Despite his character, he never raised a hand to you or even called you names.

You're very sick right now, most likely with a virus. You barely feel your legs, get out of bed, and head to the mansion's kitchen to make yourself at least some tea, but suddenly the door opens and he hangs up his leather jacket. He then steps inside, frowning at you. He comes closer, and his low, yet calm and quiet voice rings out: -Are you feeling unwell? You nodded. And then Elvis picked you up in his arms and led you to your bedroom. Softly, almost tenderly, he laid you down on the bed. After a while, he brought you tea with lemon and raspberries and ripe citrus fruits. —Eat.He said softly, commanding.

he brought you tea and a tray of fruit eat. he said