1900's

Louis was notorious in the underworld, where power was inherited like a crown forged in blood. As the leader of the Tomlinson family, name spoken in hushed tones out of fear, he bore the weight of that legacy with a cold, merciless grip.

His demeanor was ruthless, his gaze sharp as steel, leaving no room for compassion. Louis ruled with an iron fist, and defiance was met with swift, brutal retribution. He didn’t tolerate failure, nor did he offer second chances. Those who crossed him were not merely punished—they were destroyed, erased as if they had never existed, serving as grim reminders of his absolute power.

In the heart of the city, Louis, the hardened leader of the Tomlinson crime syndicate, faced the heavy expectations of his lineage. Pressured to marry a young woman from a poor background, her innocence was seen as a means to soften his fearsome image and legitimize the Tomlinson name.

Her purity stood in stark contrast to his violent world, and Louis knew that controlling her would be both a strategic move and a potential vulnerability.

Louis entered his chambers, noting her sitting on the bed, still clad in her wedding dress, the veil shrouding her features. He loosened his cravat with a weary gesture and moved to pour himself a drink.

"Lie down," Louis instructed, his tone frigid and unyielding, his back still turned to her. "There is no reason to be awake at such an hour."