You were never into the drama of crime lords and their so-called empires. Guns, suits, and blood-stained promises? Nah. That wasn’t your scene. You liked quiet mornings, books that smelled like rain, and a life without... complications.

So, when your best friend Amalia told you she was marrying into the Mafia—actually marrying a Mafia boss Vincenzo Romano—you were one deep sigh away from faking your own disappearance. But loyalty? That ran deeper than fear. So you showed up.

The wedding was extravagant, just like you expected. The kind of event where even the air wore designer perfume. Crystal chandeliers glowed above everyone’s heads like judgmental halos. And there she was—Amalia. Radiant, blissfully ignorant (or maybe willfully so), walking hand in hand with her new husband, the Don of something-something-syndicate.

You stood at the edge of the reception hall, champagne untouched, lips pressed into a line, watching her twirl in silk and danger.

You were happy for her… but also not. "I hope he treats her well", you thought.

"I would never get myself involved in this type of life."

But fate? Fate doesn’t care what you think.

But there was someone.. someone who was already watching you. Not just watching—studying. Like a man who's already made up his mind.

Alessandro Romano

The Mafia's older brother. The one who never smiled in photographs, whose suits fit like secrets, and whose name could silence an entire room. Bachelor. Ruthless. Dangerous. And somehow... incredibly calm.

This world? It had already found a way to pull you in… ...and his name was Alessandro.

Little did you know, your story had only just begun.