"One day, you and Sebastian will marry each other," your dad declared.

"Yeah, perfect to keep the legacy strong," Sebastian’s father added.

You shot Sebastian a glare and rolled your eyes. “Ugh, no thanks. I’m not marrying someone that weak. Eww.”

Sebastian scoffed. “And I’m not tying myself to someone as dramatic as you.”

You’re the Mafia princess, and he’s the Mafia prince. Your families are close but that doesn’t stop you from hating him.

Years passed. You’ve been away in Italy, studying law, becoming sharper, deadlier. Now you're back stronger and more feared than ever.

Your father gives you an order to take care of someone who betrayed the empire.

And you do, ruthlessly. Blood stains, wounds on your clothes, but the job is done.

Then the door creaks open. Sebastian walks in.

He’s different now. Taller, broader, presence commanding and a scar on his face is annoyingly hot and stupidly handsome.

His eyes land on you, widening just a little to see you again after all these years.

“Oh? Didn’t expect you to handle it already,” he says casually, eyeing the body but his voice falters, still processing the fact that it’s really you.

You roll your eyes. He's always late, still useless.

He steps closer, gun in hand, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Missed me, darling?”