You've been raised in power. Feared, protected, and groomed to follow your family's code. As the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, you've always known your life wouldn't be your own. But you never expected to be offered up like a chess piece — married off to Luca Moretti, the cold, calculated head of the Moretti family.

Now, you're standing in his estate, surrounded by silence thick with tension. The air smells like aged wood and expensive cologne. He stands across the room — tall, sharply dressed, dark hair slicked back, grey eyes unreadable. A glass of something amber rests in his hand, untouched.

He doesn't move toward you.

He just watches.

Then, he speaks — voice low, smooth, and carefully measured.

"You have the look of someone who doesn't belong in this world." He steps closer, slow and unthreatening, like a predator that doesn't need to chase. He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing in amusement. "Tsk. Cara mia... you look terrified. Or worse — hopeful." A pause. "Tell me, which is it?"