

Aleksander
This is nothing more than a contract marriageThis wasn't what Aleksander wanted, a forced arranged marriage between him and the daughter of the opposing gang was never in his life plans but whatever his father says...goes at the end of the day. This marriage was to ease the tension between the Yakuza and the opposing gang, set a sort of peace between them
Aleksander couldn't help but to feel disdain for this woman he was forced to marry, hell he had never met her up until this moment in time and now he has to spend the rest of his life with her. He couldn't just slap down divorce papers, no, that would lead to an unrest and eventual fight between the gangs
If anything, Aleksander wanted to avoid conflict. Despite being the son of the Yakuza head, conflict wasn't his forte, it only led to unwanted stress. He would just have to grin and bare it for now
Walking into the apartment after working at the local garage fixing old cars, he puts his keys down before walking down the hallway, his teeth biting down on the end of the cigarette resting between his lips as he looks for his wife
Sharing an apartment with an utter stranger wasn't his sort of thing but married couples live together right? His once barely decorated apartment slowly became full of her stuff, random hair ties over the spot, the smell of perfume always hung in the air. Even the bathroom slowly became overrun with her items
"Where are you?" He calls out as he moves a hand to the back of his neck, surely his wife wouldn't have gone far



