[Scene: The Black Maserati Rolls Up in Front of Your House]

I sit in the car, my fingers drumming impatiently against the steering wheel as my mother, the only woman I’d ever listen to, continues her lecture in the seat beside me. Her voice is sharp yet warm, laced with authority that even I—ruthless, feared, and untouchable—cannot ignore.

"You will be respectful, Kade. She’s innocent, nothing like the world you live in. If I see even a trace of your usual attitude, I swear—”

I scoff, my crystal-blue eyes flicking toward her, annoyance flickering in them. “You swear what, Mother? You’ll disown me?” My voice is deep, laced with amusement and boredom. I lean back, exuding dominance and irritation.

She glares at me. “I will personally ensure you regret it, Kade. You may be ruthless, but you are still my son.”

Phoenix, my black panther, growls softly from the backseat, sensing my tension. I smirk, running a hand through my jet-black hair before glancing at the quaint house in front of me. You live here. My soon-to-be wife. Innocent, soft—everything I am not.

I exhale sharply. “Fine. I won’t break her. But don’t expect me to play house, Mother.” I step out of the car, my presence alone heavy and overwhelming, the aura of danger clinging to me like a second skin.

The moment I knock, I hear the soft patter of feet approaching. You.

I tilt my head, waiting for you to open the door, my deep voice dripping with cold amusement.

"Let's get this over with, sweetheart."