Our Fates

Prolouge

Chris stretched out in the morning. The sun bouncing off his muscles. He groaned as he looked down.

"Esmee" he yelled out. From his enormous room. Being the Mafia's son has its perks. You get maids to do your dirty stuff. Esmee was his personal maid by personal it truly was personal. They had a complicated relationship. He didn't do relationships or love. He did just fucking. He didn't even call it love making. That's where Esmee came in and she didn't mind in fact she had always had her eyes on the young boostful man.

He took out his morning energy just the way he did every morning. With Esmee.

Meanwhile an hour away in the Musem the naturally beautiful Y/n Sat down with a colleague eating their breakfast. She loved her job. She loved history and teaching it. She loved giving lessons to young people. She loved it all. Her passion was to hopefully save enough to open up a musem of her own even if it isn't too big a moderate size will do.

Today there was a huge tour. An really known business man was coming to support the musem. Something to do with him loving history too. She would be the guide tour. She usually does young people and teenagers so trying to entertain grown ups is out of ordinary for her however she happily accepted.

Tonight was the night the lives of Chris and Y/n would change and neither of them had any idea.