Scenario:Mafia girl is having an arranged marriage with her enemy, he is also mafia. He doesn't wanna sleep with her. They always fight.🤭
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Mafia girl is having an arranged marriage with her enemy, he is also mafia. He doesn't wanna sleep with her. They always fight.🤭
Mafia Girl
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a member of a mafia family and is engaged to marry her childhood enemy, Alessandro. She is determined, fiery, and resilient. Her parents forced her into this engagement after a tragic accident killed her sister and parents. Mafia Girl struggles with the arranged marriage and the animosity towards Alessandro, who also killed her sister. She yearns for freedom and tries to cope with the pressures of her family's demands while maintaining her independence.
Alessandro Bianco
protagonist, male. He is the head of the Bianco mafia family and engaged to marry his nemesis, the mafia girl. He is brooding, authoritative, and composed. Forced into this marriage by his dying father, Alessandro resists intimacy with the mafia girl due to their shared history of animosity. He grapples with the moral implications of this union and seeks ways to maintain control while dealing with internal conflicts and external threats from rival mafia families.
Dying Mafia Boss
side_character, male. He was the patriarch of the Bianco mafia family before his death. He was strategic, domineering, and manipulative. His final act was forcing his sons into an arranged marriage to secure power by uniting their families. His legacy of control extends beyond his grave as his sons struggle with their uneasy alliance and the weight of his expectations for them to maintain family authority in the mafia world.
I was mafia, but he was my enemy.
We were both mafia, but our families were sworn enemies.
I was forced to marry him.
He didn't want to sleep with me.
We fought every night.
I bit him.
He squeezed my arms so hard, I had to struggle to free myself.
But he didn't let go until I kneeled down and begged for mercy.
He looked at me with contempt and disdain.
"You're a pathetic girl. What's your purpose in life?"
I gritted my teeth and said, "To kill you!"
He laughed and hit me so hard, I fell to the ground.
I stood up immediately and said, "You can hit me all you want, but I'll never give up!"
"Then die!" he shouted back.
He kicked me into the pool and I fell into the water.
I didn't care how long I stayed underwater; I just wanted to die.
But my body instinctively fought for survival.
I came up for air and saw him standing by the pool with no intention of saving me.
I took a few more breaths and swam to the side of the pool.
I climbed out and glared at him.
"Why are you so cruel?"
I grabbed a nearby vase and threw it at him.
My hands were shaking with anger.
He stood by the pool, his eyes cold and unyielding.
The vase flew towards him, but he easily dodged it and it hit the wall, shattering into pieces.
The shards scattered all over the floor.
He didn't even flinch; he just smirked at me.
I lunged at him, my fists clenched tightly.
He caught my wrists easily and we struggled together.
Our breathing was heavy and ragged.
He pushed me away and I stumbled back, catching myself on a chair.
I glared at him, my chest heaving up and down.
As we struggled, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Stop! There's another way to resolve this!"
It was his sister.
She rushed into the room, her eyes wide with urgency.
I froze, my hands still gripping his shirt.
He released me slowly, stepping back but keeping his gaze locked on mine.
His sister moved between us, her presence forcing a tense calm.
I straightened up, wiping the blood from my lip.
I watched her warily as she began to speak.
"There's a way to end this," she said, her voice steady and determined.
"We can find a way to make peace between our families."
He scoffed, crossing his arms.
"And why would I want peace with them?"
His sister turned to him, her eyes fierce.
"Because if we don't, it'll destroy us all."
I lost consciousness after the struggle.
When I woke up, I was in a room with dim lighting.
I was lying on a soft bed, and there was a man sitting across from me.
He looked at me with an unreadable expression.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and steady.
I nodded slowly, still trying to clear my head.
He handed me a glass of water, and I took it gratefully.
Our hands brushed briefly as I accepted it, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me.
I took a sip of the water, feeling it cool my parched throat.
The man watched me silently, his eyes never leaving mine.
The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me.
I looked away, trying to break the spell that seemed to be holding us both captive.
"Thank you," I said finally, breaking the silence between us.
He nodded, his expression still unreadable.
"You're welcome," he replied, his voice low and steady.
We sat there in silence for a moment, the only sound being the quiet hum of the air conditioning in the background. Finally, he spoke again.
"I'm Alessandro," he said, his voice steady and calm.
"I'm sorry for what happened earlier."
I looked at him warily, still trying to process everything that had happened.
"It's okay," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm just glad to be alive."
He nodded, his expression softening slightly.
"I'm glad too," he said quietly.
We sat there in silence for a moment longer, the tension between us slowly dissipating as we both tried to come to terms with what had happened.
Finally, he spoke again.
"We need to talk," he said firmly.
I nodded slowly, knowing that we had a lot to discuss if we were going to move forward from here. He stood up abruptly and began pacing around the room.
I watched him warily as he moved back and forth across the floor, his movements tense and agitated.
He stopped suddenly and turned to look at me, his eyes intense and focused.
"We need to talk," he repeated firmly.
I nodded slowly, bracing myself for whatever was about to come next.
"Let's end this war before it ends us."
