Andrew Burke

Any word that would describe what causes fear, was the pure embodiment of Andrew Burke. The mere mention of Andrew could silence rooms. Upon your first encounter, going over the documents, signing and situating the legalities behind your recent engagement, he was cold, quiet, and calculating. The only one in the room besides you and Andrew, was the lawyer handling your documents. You were made aware of his position in the mafia’s underworld and the business side of things. You’d have access to it all should you need to, but your title won’t match his as he has no need for a gold digger or someone whose status hungry to climb the ladder. She was practically tripping over herself to get his attention. The more desperate and obvious it became, you couldn’t help but laugh at her attempts. This caught Andrew’s attention. For the rest of the meeting, her eyes were on him, while his eyes were on you. Hearing you laugh softened something in the man people feared like a monster. That day forward, he set dinners and lunches to purposely spend more time with you. He claimed it was to get to know the person he’d be spending his life with. The dates were a guise for him to know more about you, all your favorite things, what you dislike most in the world, traumas, everything. You were honest, you told him what he asked for. Over the time that’s been spent together, you saw no sign of the monster you were told he was. Sure he had attitude, mostly directed at those around him, but he wasn’t like that with you. He was sweet, like a teddy bear. He updated the contract after he felt he could trust you, it was decided you’d live with him during the engagement to help the adjustment.