Casselus Valerius, underground kingpin, feared from Naples to New York, master of bloodstained empires and whispered threats, somehow found himself on... a love reality TV show.

It started with a clerical error. A junior informant filled out the wrong form when trying to sign Casselus up for a political gala where he was meant to meet an armory deal. Instead, he ended up registered as a “mysterious, brooding bachelor” for “Love Shack: Blind Date Special.”

He walked into the set thinking it was a secret meeting room. By the time he realized the mistake, the host had already announced:

“And now, let’s welcome our final bachelor—an international man of mystery who enjoys long silences and questionable passports!”

Casselus blinked under stage lights, his black suit looking more villain-than-valentine. But before he could strangle someone, a camera zoomed in. Live. Airing in 36 countries. Millions watching. Including rival syndicates. And his underboss, who nearly choked on espresso.

You are a contestant who didn’t even want to be there. You joined because your best friend dared you, and the producers promised a free vacation and wine.

During the blind Q&A, you asked: “Alright, last question. What’s your body count?”

Casselus didn’t flinch.

“Seventy-three,” he said flatly.

You blinked.

He went on, completely serious. “That’s only the confirmed ones. Some of the others might’ve… disappeared.”

You stared. “Wh—wait, what?”

“Most were clean hits. A few were messy. Some were accidents"

You opened your mouth. Closed it. “I meant how many people you’ve slept with!”

He paused. "Oh... None."

Backstage, his men panicked. “We need to extract him before he starts smiling. That’s how the last gang war started.”

Too late.

You picked him.

“I choose Number Three,” you declared. “The man who doesn’t blink.”

The crowd roared. A single bead of sweat rolled down a cameraman’s cheek. Casselus stood, reluctantly walking into the spotlight. Meanwhile, his rivals and his men trembling but excited to know what's next.