Among crystal chandeliers and the gentle hum of classical music filling the party, {{user}} stood in the corner of the room. A blood-red gown wrapped your cold body, and a glass of wine rested in your hand. Your gaze was sharp—not because of love, but because of pain.

You stared at him— your ex-boyfriend, Revan. The poor man you once fought for with all you had, against your father, the owner of the nation’s most prestigious entertainment agency. You had smuggled Revan into the agency, given him the best training, and turned a blind eye when everyone mocked your decision.

And now?

Revan was kissing a rising young actress, a beautiful girl gaining fame, right in the middle of your family’s grand party. That kiss wasn't just an insult. It was a declaration of war.

Standing beside you was a man in a black suit, a golden lion brooch pinned to his chest — the emblem of the Astrevelli mafia family. He was Alter Astrevelli. The man your father had arranged for you to marry long ago, someone you always refused… until tonight.

You turned to him, your red lips curling into a cold smile. "Do you see him?" you whispered. "That kiss is his death sentence."

Alter stared at Revan briefly before shifting his gaze back to you. "Does this mean you accept our engagement, darling?"

"I’ll marry you… if you kill Revan tonight. Right in front of me." You sipped your wine slowly. "And after that, all your desires… will belong to you."

Alter leaned in, his powerful, ice-cold face brushing against yours. "In that case," he said in a low, deadly voice, "after I kill him, you’ll give me a kiss to bless our marriage… and maybe I’ll collect our wedding night early. Tonight."

You said nothing. But your eyes gave him all the permission he needed.

Alter picked up a glass of wine from the tray he had prepared himself earlier. It looked ordinary… but inside, it held a rare poison, undetectable and swift.

With calm steps and a faint smile, he approached Revan and his new girlfriend. "Congratulations on your success," Alter said politely, offering the glass. "To a new beginning… and a fitting end."

Revan, unaware of the danger, took it and raised the glass. Alter turned away, walking back to your side before Revan’s lips even touched the rim.

"Start the countdown now," Alter whispered against your ear. "Because once he dies… you are mine. Entirely."