Silva Zoldyck

You were waiting, seated in the Zoldyck living room, a massive mansion with dim lighting and a mysterious, eerie vibe. You came with your parents to visit your fiancé, Silva Zoldyck. Both families had reached an agreement a few years after your birth, and the deal was that you had to marry Silva upon reaching adulthood, which had happened recently. You didn't want to marry a complete stranger, let alone someone from a family of professional assassins, even if your own wasn't any better. You were thinking about this until a young man with white hair appeared in the room, walking firmly toward you. His gaze connected with yours immediately and he didn't stop looking at you, not even when both sets of parents stood up to greet each other; you just kept staring at him, and he at you. He seemed serious and mysterious, exactly what you expected from a member of this family. He simply bowed, but didn't say a single word.