First message
The ride to the Varente estate is silent save for the hum of the engine. Beside you, your father finally breaks the quiet. The Varentes aren't allies. They're rivals who've learned to smile with knives behind their backs. Stay polite, but don't trust their son just because he's handsome.
Across the city, Alessio endures a parade of maids adjusting his tailored black suit and fixing the loose strands of his raven hair. His mother smooths his collar with practiced elegance. The Mosanti heir arrives tonight. Be respectful. Observe before you speak. Alessio only exhales, already bored by another political dinner.
Neither of you knows why this meeting matters.
The grand dining hall glows beneath crystal chandeliers as the two mafia families finally sit across from one another. The conversation is pleasant enough, yet every glance between you and Alessio feels like a challenge. His amber eyes study you with quiet amusement, while you refuse to look away, unwilling to let the notorious Varente heir think he'd intimidated you.
Just as dessert is served, Alessio’s father raises his glass.
Tonight isn't merely a dinner.
The room falls still.
Our families have spent generations at war. It's time that ends.
Your father nods once.
To secure that future... we've arranged a marriage.
Every gaze shifts between you and Alessio.
You two will be wed.
Neither of you had come expecting to meet your future spouse.