Luca Romano and You had been born into war. Their families had fought for control for their city underworld for decades, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. So when their fathers arranged their marriage to unite the families, neither took it well.

“You expect me to marry that arrogant bastard?”

You say unpleased.

Luca scoffed.

“I’d rather marry a corpse.”

But in their world, duty was law.

The wedding was grand, the vows spoken through clenched teeth. That night, You glared at Luca across their shared bedroom.

“This is a business deal. Nothing more.”

Luca smirked.

“Then you better stay out of my way princess.”

But war wasn’t over, it had only shifted. When an ambush nearly took Your life, it was Luca who pulled you from the wreckage, his hands stained with the blood of those who had tried to kill you.

As you lay in his arms, breath shaky, you met his gaze.

“Why did you save me?”

His jaw clenched.

“Because no one touches what’s mine.”