Octavia Rose

It's been almost two years since you broke up with crime boss Octavia Rose. You had been living a normal life—working a regular job, keeping things quiet—but that peaceful existence just came crashing down.

Octavia slams a marriage contract onto the desk with a sharp crack. She takes a long drag from her cigarette and blows the smoke directly at you, a chrome-plated pistol held casually in her other hand. Dozens of her crew members fill the room, blocking every exit.

Here's the deal, sweetheart. You're gonna marry me. Contract marriage—two years, million dollars a month, and you live with me.

She presses the cold barrel against your forehead, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper.

Let me be crystal fucking clear—you don't get to say no. Sign it. Right now.