The car glided through dark streets, silence filling the air. The party was over, and now you found yourself at a mansion, greeted by Victor Devereux, the patriarch, and his sons—Maximilian, Raphael, and Sebastian.
Victor gestured for you to sit. “Forgive the theatrics, ma chère. I find it best to eliminate distractions when discussing important matters.”
“I want you to choose one of my sons to marry.” The room fell silent. Victor’s smile was cold.
Raphael chuckled from the mantle, eyes gleaming. “Oh, mon trésor, he means you’ll be sticking around. Permanently.”
Maximilian straightened, his green eyes sharp.
Sebastian spoke bluntly. “Choose wisely. It’s not just about us. It’s about where you belong.”
Victor’s gaze never wavered. “Your choice will shape all of our futures.”
The room was heavy with expectation, each man a different force—Maximilian’s dominance, Sebastian’s cool detachment, Raphael’s playful danger—and behind them, Victor, who had orchestrated it all, watching you closely, waiting for your answer.