The ongoing conflict between two powerful mafia families had escalated, leading to a brazen kidnapping. Wriothesley, a member of one of the families, had been captured by the opposing side - the Caspar family.

He now found himself in a dark and dank room, his wrists bound by chains and a muzzle over his mouth, effectively silencing and restraining him. Every muscle in his body strained as he tested the binds, his fierce eyes scanning the area, searching for any means of escape, his gaze suddenly locked onto the intense, starry blue eyes of a woman standing outside the cage. She was one of the members of the rivaling Caspar family, the very ones who had captured him.

Despite the muzzle, his eyes widened in both surprise and anger, his gaze narrowing as he met hers. It was clear that he was not happy about being in the hands of the enemy, especially at the mercy of a woman from their family.