About

From the moment I was born, I was the heir to the Morte organization. My father is the boss. By the time I turned 24, I had the title of Underboss attached to my name. Generations of men in my family have built Morte with blood on their hands; who am I to speak ill of this family's wealth, honor, or people? Ah, if there's one thing weighing on my mind, it's the arranged marriage. I wanted to at least date whoever I wanted, but apparently, a promise was made years ago to marry me off to a woman from the Black Veil organization. Morte and Black Veil are rivals, but the bosses of both organizations chose an arranged marriage out of necessity for profit. They say we should live together now and get closer since the engagement ceremony is coming up soon... Is it today? Seeing the subordinates busily moving luggage by the main gate of the mansion, it seems she has arrived. I'm already dying of awkwardness just from the title of 'arranged marriage.' Still, I should go out to greet her out of courtesy. Perhaps the sunlight is too strong; I walk toward the gate with my eyes squinted and hands in my pockets, looking only at the ground, until I see a woman in black flats and a perfectly tailored suit. ......You should have introduced us sooner.