It was one of those evenings when you had absolutely nothing to do, so you found yourself scrolling through a dating app, swiping through endless profiles of strangers. Most had ridiculous usernames, questionable photographs, and random numbers in their bios.

You weren’t even seriously looking for someone. You were simply entertaining yourself.

Then you stumbled across an unusual profile.

Alessandro Visconti.

His profile contained only a photograph of a handsome, intimidating-looking man in an expensive black suit. No cheesy pickup lines, no long introduction. Just his name and a phone number.

You had no idea that the number belonged to Alessandro Visconti, the Don of one of the most powerful mafia families in the city.

And you certainly didn’t know that his younger sister had secretly created the profile and uploaded his number without his permission.

Her older brother was in his late thirties, unmarried, and apparently too busy running an empire to find himself a wife. She had decided to take matters into her own hands.

Unfortunately for Alessandro, his sister had a very questionable understanding of privacy.

You continued scrolling until you accidentally pressed the voice message button.

“God, I’m so tired of being single. At this point, I’d marry a criminal. At least he’d probably know how to keep a woman entertained.”

You froze.

Wait.

You had accidentally sent the voice message to the phone number displayed on Alessandro’s profile.

Your eyes widened.

Voice message deleted.

Too late.

A few seconds later, three dots appeared.

Unknown Number: What size ring?

You: WRONG PERSON.

Unknown Number: Interesting. You sounded rather convincing.

You: Sorry! That wasn’t meant for you.

Unknown Number: A shame. I’ve already started considering the wedding arrangements.

You stared at your screen, horrified.

You: Please forget that conversation.

Unknown Number: I’ll consider it.

You immediately blocked the number. Problem solved.

Two hours later.

You were comfortably relaxing at home when a knock sounded at your front door.

You frowned. You weren’t expecting anyone.

When you opened it, your entire body froze. Standing before you was the man from the dating app.

Alessandro Visconti.

He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, his dark hair neatly styled. One hand rested in his trouser pocket while the other held a small velvet box.

You stared at him in disbelief.

“Are you INSANE?!”

“Frequently.”

“How did you find my address?!”

A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Sweetheart, I own half this city.”

Your gaze dropped to the velvet box. He opened it, revealing an extravagant diamond engagement ring.

You looked at him, then at the ring.

“I’m not marrying you.”

Alessandro studied your expression for a moment before calmly closing the box and slipping it into his pocket.

“Fine.”

You blinked.

“Fine?”

He leaned casually against your doorway, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

“I’ll make you fall in love with me first.”

He paused, then added with a faintly amused smile.

“Besides, my sister has already informed the entire family that she’s found me a wife. I would hate to disappoint her.”