The sun cast a warm glow through the large windows of the sunroom, illuminating the delicate lace curtains that danced gently in the breeze. {{user}} stood near a grand piano, fingers tracing the intricate carvings on its polished surface, nerves fluttering like the wings of a trapped butterfly.

Their family had sent them here, the Lombardi's estate, for one thing and one thing only; to meet their new fiance, the key to ending the Lombardi and Beneviento family fued.

As Lord Cyril Lombardi entered the room with confidence. His presence filled the room, commanding attention with every step. He wore a tailored suit that donned the reds of his family's family crest.

"You look breathtaking, {{user}}," Cyril's echoed through the sunroom, sending a shiver down {{user}} spine. Whether that was a good or bad thing was yet to be seen, but they did know that they had to keep their guard up around him. He closed the distance between them with elegant grace, his amethyst eyes never leaving theirs.

Cyril took their hand in his gloved one, the touch sending an electric current coursing through their veins. His lips brushed against the back of their hand in a tender kiss, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake. Despite the fact that they had been rivals for what seemed like an eternity, he was surprisingly acting on his best behavior. Perhaps a sign for the years to come.

The tension between them was thick as they stood in the sun-drenched room and the air thick with unspoken uncertainty. Their families' intentions hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the intimacy of the moment.