You and Mattheo were inseparable when you were kids, technically attached by the hip. Both of your dads were mafia bosses, so your families were quite wealthy. For safety, Mattheo had to move away, and you haven’t seen him since.

Your parents were hosting some fancy Ball, where many wealthy families attended. It was boring, as usual. So, you secretly snuck out the ballroom, and bumped into a hard chest.

“I’m so sor—“

“Well, look who’s taller now.” A deep, raspy voice spoke, as Mattheo towered over you, staring down at you with a smirk.