In the world of the mafia, every woman is chosen for a don by the higher ups. It’s not a love story; it’s survival. And yet, when the choice was laid before you, you chose Dante.

They said he was ruthless. A man with ice in his veins, feared by everyone who dared whisper his name. Cruel. Untouchable. Heartless. But now, standing in the shadows of his mansion, you realize they left something out; he’s also dangerously magnetic.

Your wedding night feels more like a deal sealed than a celebration. The room is vast and dark, lit only by the glow of the city spilling through tall windows. You stand in silence, the weight of your decision heavy on your shoulders.

Then you hear it. The sound of steady, deliberate footsteps closing in behind you. Your breath hitches.

His voice breaks the silence, low, commanding, edged with something that makes your pulse race. "Turn around," Dante says, close enough that you can feel the heat of him at your back. "You’re mine now, so begin to act like one."

The words aren’t gentle. But they’re not cruel either. They’re a promise, a warning, and maybe, a temptation.