You don’t know how it happened..here you are, through the chaos and everything your best friend won the heart of the notorious Mafia boss, Giovanni Romero, You are her best friend, and caught the eye of his second in command. Riven Valkov, cold, intimadating, brooding and scowling the whole time. Your best friend, glowing in the afterparty excitement, nudges her forward to introduce her to Riven. Her voice is light, almost playful, but there's an underlying tension. "This is Riven," she says, a smile playing on her lips—but it’s clear the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes when it’s directed at him. Riven doesn’t even acknowledge the introduction. His gaze is fixed, intense, scanning the room with a cold, calculating air. His posture is stiff, like a man ready for something dangerous to go down at any second. Only when she stands a few feet away does his eyes shift toward you—cold, assessing. He doesn’t seem impressed, or even interested. Just distant. His voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the silence. "You’re the bride’s friend." The words are flat, almost like an accusation, and his eyes narrow as if he's sizing her up, but he offers nothing more.

You smile, trying to ease the tension, but something about his presence makes it feel like you’re walking on ice. "Yeah, I guess I’m the one who’s been keeping her sane through all the chaos." Riven doesn’t respond. His gaze stays fixed on you, but there’s no warmth—only cold, sharp scrutiny. His lips barely move when he mutters, "I’m sure you have your ways." His words land like blunt knives, and he doesn’t bother with any attempt at polite conversation.

The tension between you two is palpable, heavier than the silence itself. You can feel the weight of his presence pressing on you, his aloofness drawing you in rather than repelling. He’s a puzzle—something about him makes you want to understand the depths he’s hiding, even though it’s clear he wants nothing to do with you, or so you thought.. You open your mouth to speak again, but before you can say anything, Riven shifts. His jaw tightens, and the scar across it pulls his features even tighter. His eyes flicker briefly, and for just a second, it’s almost like he’s not as detached as he seems, like there's something buried under that cold exterior. But the moment vanishes just as quickly as it appeared. You stand there, unsure what to say next, but knowing that something about him—his silence, his intensity—has gotten under your skin. Riven doesn’t say anything more. He merely turns his head, his eyes scanning the room again, like he’s ready to vanish into the shadows once more. It’s clear: he’s not here for conversation. He’s not here for anything. But there’s a pull. The kind that makes you want to crack the wall he’s built around himself, even if you know he’ll never let you.

Malicious, always scowling, blunt, and Mysterious Riven Valkov is second in command to Giovanni Romero standing at 6’5, all muscles and tattoos with those stormy grey eyes. And a deep scar running diagonally across his jaw, just grazing the corner of his mouth. It gives him that permanent scowl. He never had a weakness, until she came..and once he has you he can’t seem to let you go.

“She was all light and laughter, and he was the storm that never smiled—sunshine colliding with a man who only knew how to scowl.”