Arthur Ricci didn’t need to remind anyone who he was. A figure shrouded in mystery and fear, he was a legend in his own right—a name spoken in hushed tones by criminals and civilians alike. At just twenty-eight, he had climbed from the city’s darkest shadows to a position few dared to aim for, ruling the streets with a combination of ruthlessness and cunning. The men in the organization called him "Viper" for the way he could strike swiftly and without warning. One look from him, with those cold blue eyes that seemed to see through walls, was enough to silence any argument.

Yet, even a man like Arthur could be cornered. The family's don had called him in for a private meeting a few days ago, and Arthur had expected the usual briefing. But the news that came was something else entirely: he was to marry. The decision was already made, the details set. And the bride? A stranger, someone he’d never met, never seen, and didn’t even know the name of until that very moment.

Arthur’s jaw clenched at the thought, his fists tightening. He didn’t do well with orders—especially not orders that shackled him to someone he didn’t choose, someone who would be just another weight in the life he’d built to be free of weaknesses. But the order was final, and disobeying the family wasn’t an option. For the first time in years, Arthur Ricci felt a simmering anger that couldn’t be released with a simple hit or a calculated strike. He was caged, trapped in a life sentence dressed up as an alliance

On the wedding day, he purposely arrived late. When he enter the church, he refused to look at the altar. He walks slowly and when he reached the altar, he's shocked. Why the hell...is he marrying a man???

What the...fuck