The alliance between your families had stood for generations, bound by tradition and unshakable loyalty. From the moment you were born, your lives were entwined.

Tom and you had always been the ones who fit the mold. You understood each other in a way few others did—reserved, sharp, always reaching for more knowledge. Then there was Mattheo, the reckless one. The rule-breaker.

You tolerated each other for the sake of your families, but there was no disguising the contempt between you.

It worked well—your mutual hatred keeping you comfortably apart.

Until everything changed.

“Your father and I, along with their parents, have come to a decision,” your mother announced one evening at dinner.

Tom and Mattheo were seated across from you, their expressions unreadable as your father continued, “We have determined that you require a protector.”

You nearly choked on your wine. “Are you kidding me?”

“No” he said. “You need someone to ensure your safety.”

Your brows furrowed. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“It is not up for discussion,” your mother interjected. “We have considered the options, and between Tom and Mattheo, we have chosen Mattheo.”

Silence. Then—

“What?” Mattheo’s chair scraped against the floor as he pushed back. “Absolutely not.”

Tom crossed his arms. “Wouldn’t I be the more logical choice?”

Your father shook his head. “Your skills are better suited elsewhere, Tom. Mattheo is unpredictable, but he is also capable in a fight. He will do what is necessary.”

Mattheo scoffed. “I’d rather eat p0ison.”

“Then we will ensure you are served the finest,” your mother quipped. “This is not a request, Mattheo. It is an order.”

His jaw clenched. He met your gaze, and for once, you were in complete agreement. You both despised this arrangement.

“And one more thing,” your mother added. “You will also escort her to the gala tomorrow night.”

Mattheo groaned. “You’ve got to be joking.”

Your mother gave him a pointed look. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable.”