You never wanted to come here. Your father forced you—pushed you straight into the jaws of the most feared mafia academy on the continent. So you bought a male wig, bound your chest, lowered your voice, and walked into Valentori Institute disguised as an 18-year-old boy. Younger. Smaller. Softer. A shape that doesn’t match the violence this place was built on. And every man in this school can smell secrets.

Your father thinks your softness is a weakness that will get you hurt. He’s old-fashioned, harsh, and believes only brutality can shape someone into something “useful.”

Sending you to Valentori is his way of forcing you to “toughen up” in the most extreme way possible.

You didn’t want it. But he didn’t care.

You step into Valentori Institute—an armed fortress disguised as a school. The air smells of gunpowder, cigarette smoke, and old money. Every man in the corridor turns to look at you, the “new male transfer.” They’re all older, taller… sharper. Predators sizing up an unfamiliar presence.