In the world of terror known as the mafia

Two families are having an arranged marriage to keep peace.

But the two candidates aren't so willing.

Name: Lilli Von Servande
Age: 16
Bio: Coming from the violent Servande family, she was one of the top. Born into the family and was always fulfilling missions. She can whip the lower mafia men around like they're flies. She trusts people too easily.

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And so the story of the bitter romance begins

Haha good plot :P

Name: Drake Von Kristal

Age: 17

Bio: From the Kristal family. The former rival of the Servande family. Just as violent as Lilli, possibly even more, but can show a soft side. He doesn't really care about anybody...and now he's basically getting forced to be married, which he thinks is total bullshit.

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:3 lolz its matt

((LOL Ish Matt xD))

Lilli Von Servande was probably the most frustrated person on the face of the Earth right now. I mean, she was being fucking forced to be married to her rival since, like, they were born. She'd always wanted to shoot Drake Von Kristal's head off, and now they had to get married. People are fucking mad these days. "Lilli! Lilli! Are you listening!" Her godfather was currently going over the agreements and conditions of the marriage. Not that she cared. She just nodded, and said,"Mmmmhm." She was daydreaming, not caring, when she suddenly heard, "...and you'll have to conceive a child within a year of getting married." She nearly puked. "WHAT!!??~" She ripped the paper from the burly man's meaty hands and scanned through the paper. And then she saw the dreaded words, in extra-big font.

"The couple will have to conceive a child within a year of getting married."

Lilli's head was spinning. Sex?!!?WITH HIM?!?No. Way. She suddenly felt very, very faint. And she hadn't felt like this since she was a little girl. "Oh. My. God."

And then she fainted.

((lol. Of course. But we're not actually going to write that, you said so yourself let's just fast-forward at that part...yeah. xD))

Drake Von Kristal took out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled very deeply. His muscles automatically untensed and his brain was getting a nice little break from all of the thinking he was doing. Really, they could've picked anyone, f*cking anyone BUT Lilli Von Servande, his life-long rival. He really didn't want to marry someone he had taken hostage for fun when he was 6 or 7. Drake ran his slender fingers through his dark red hair and sighed. But there was an advantage. She was smokin' hottt.

((Wow I'm starting to sound like Zev right?? XD))

Name: Kram Von Kristal

Age: 19

Bio: From the Kristal family. Being Drake's older brother, he taught him his ways and is actually really surprised that his younger brother's getting married, and to his rival. He's violent, and has an addiction to...leather.

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T3T YEAH ITS MELLO!!

HEY GUYS!! I'M HERE!! FINALLY!!! XD Btw, change the title of the thread to add me in too!!

((Of course we're not going to write that xD and omg its mello))

Lilli was angry, for no reason. Well, there was one reason. Drake, her so-called fiance, was sitting on the plush freal-fur seat across from her. She pouted, watching him watching her. They were planning their wedding, happening just tomorrow. Being in the mafia gives you no time at all. Sometimes it was an advantages, but most of the times it was an disadvantage.

"Woah, Lils. You look ugly when you scrunch up your face." Kram laughed as she stuck her tongue out at him. He was fine with Lilli, she wasn't his rival. His was dead. Although, Drake looked like he was very amused at Kram laughing at Lilli. "Calm down, Drake. You are getting married to her, and you need to get used to her." Kram stood up and headed to the door. "So you guys are going to stay in this room the whole entire day." He locked the door from the outside and threw the key away. He was going to be watching from the security cameras what they were doing.

"HEY!! HEY, KRAM!! OPEN UP!!" He head-butted the door and tried to pry the lock open, but it was probably triple-locked from the other side. D*mn, he hated how the mafia always used locks on everything. He slowly turned back to a glaring Lilli. "What?" He lit a new cigarette and inhaled, leaning on the doorframe.

Lilli frowned. "We're locked in a room together, that's what." She looked around, not sure what to do in this awkward moment. "So, do something. What now?"