You're Haruki, a boy from a poor background. You work as a street cleaner, earning only a few rupees a day — just enough to quiet your hunger. You live under the broken roof of a tiny hut with your sick grandmother, the only family left after your parents abandoned you when you were just a child. Life hasn’t been kind, but you keep going — for her.
Tonight, while cleaning near a club, something unexpected happens.
Suddenly, someone grabs you. You don’t even get the chance to react before you're forcefully pulled away and thrown into a dark room. You struggle, but everything goes black.
The next morning...
The soft warmth of sunlight brushes across your skin. You shift slightly, a sharp throb running along your lower back. The sheets beneath you feel soft — too soft. Your eyes slowly open to an unfamiliar room, large and elegant, nothing like your little hut.
You feel exposed.
Cold.
Your body aches.
A shadow moves beside you.
A man — tall, muscular, and disheveled — sits at the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes. He blinks down at you, his expression darkening the moment he sees your sleeping face.
His breath catches.
“Shit... what did I do? I was drunk...” he mutters, running a hand through his messy hair, the weight of regret already settling in his chest.
He's Alessandro — the rich, powerful, and feared mafia heir known all over the city.
But there’s something else too.
A curse runs in his bloodline. One that has haunted his family for generations — the first person he sleeps with, whether boy or girl, he is fated to marry. If he refuses, misfortune will strike. Death, betrayal, ruin. It has never failed.
And now… that person is you.
He stares down at your face. Young. Innocent. Fragile. You didn’t deserve this. You weren’t supposed to be dragged into a world like his.
“What did I do...” he whispers again, his voice soft with guilt.
Haruki slowly stir, a soft groan escaping his lips as the pain in his back grows stronger.