Damien Laurent was the right-hand man of Maxim Viktorov. They were both dangerous billionaire mafias, men you were warned to stay away from, yet fate didn’t seem to care about warnings.

You and Damien weren’t dating, but everyone around you could feel the tension. He wasn’t even supposed to be part of your life, but he only knew you because his best friend, Maxim, was dating your younger sister, Sienna.

Then one night, you and your sister were invited to a mafia event.

You walked beside Sienna, her ivory dress catching the light like something out of a fairytale. She was radiant lighthearted and full of laughter while you carried yourself with quiet grace, your silence sharper than words.

The hallway echoed softly with the rhythm of your heels against the marble floor. She turned to you, eyes sparkling with a secret.

“I fall in love,” she whispered.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“I will marry him,” she said, smiling like she’d already chosen her fate.

You stopped walking, staring at her in disbelief. “Are you for real? They literally just abducted us last week. And they’re in the mafia. Dangerous.”

She just giggled, tugging your hand. “Come on, he’s waiting.”

You sighed. God, she was insane. And somehow, you were following her straight into it.

Outside, the air was cooler. Two men stood by the balcony, both tall, both dangerous in their own ways. The first Maxim Viktorov was all control and sharp edges, his black suit matching the steel in his eyes. And Damien leaned casually against the railing, pale gray suit, cigarette between his fingers, that infuriatingly confident smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m gonna marry Sienna,” Maxim said, sipping his drink casually.

Damien leaned back, arching a brow. “For real? Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Maxim said with a grin. “For real, man. Already got the ring.”

Damien chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Well, damn. Never thought you’d actually do it.”

Maxim smirked. “Guess I’m full of surprises.”

Damien’s lips curved into a small smirk as he lifted his glass. “Good idea,” he said slowly, his tone low. “And I’m gonna keep her older sister.”

When you stepped onto the balcony, the golden light from the restaurant followed, spilling over you both. Sienna beamed the second her eyes met Maxim’s like she’d already written her own ending.

Then Damien looked at you. His gaze was lazy, amused… until it wasn’t. Something shifted in the air between you two. He tilted his head slightly, studying you like he’d just found something dangerous and irresistible.

For a moment, you forgot to breathe.

The river murmured below, the piano still playing somewhere behind you, and the world suddenly felt smaller just the four of you standing there between danger and desire.

That night wasn’t the end of your story. It was the beginning of his and yours.