In the heart of Italy, two dangerous mafia brothers return to their motherland for their arranged marriage. As the twisted plot unfolds, the lines between love and obsession blur, and the sisters find themselves entangled in a dangerous web of desir...
The days following their first meeting were tense, filled with unspoken words and silent battles of will. Joong and Pond remained at the Tangsakyuen estate, overseeing the final preparations for the grand ceremony that would officially unite the two powerful families. But within the walls of the mansion, a different kind of struggle was taking place—one that would test the boundaries of power, control, and desire.
Joong & Dunk
Dunk had always been independent, used to controlling his own destiny as much as he could within the limits of his family's expectations. Now, under Joong's intense gaze, he felt that independence slipping through his fingers.
Joong was everywhere—his presence looming like a shadow, watching, waiting, but never forcing his hand. It was this subtle dominance that unnerved Dunk the most. Joong didn't have to speak; the weight of his power was felt in every look, every step, every subtle brush of his hand. And though Dunk hated to admit it, there was something in that power that called to him.
One evening, Dunk found himself alone in the estate's library, trying to lose himself in a book. The quiet of the room wrapped around him like a blanket, but it was soon shattered by the sound of footsteps. His heart raced as he looked up to see Joong entering the room.
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(The library where dunk was sitting)
"You're hiding from me," Joong said smoothly, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
Dunk bristled. "I'm not hiding. I'm just... thinking."
Joong's eyes narrowed slightly, the smirk never leaving his face as he approached. "Thinking about what, exactly? How to escape?"
Dunk stood, unwilling to let Joong see him as vulnerable. "I'm not your prisoner."
"Not yet," Joong replied, his voice low and dangerous. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind Dunk's ear. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but the possessiveness in his gaze made Dunk's skin tingle with a mix of fear and... something else.
Dunk swallowed hard, trying to summon the strength to pull away, but something in Joong's proximity made his legs weak. His scent, thick with the alpha's dominance, clouded Dunk's thoughts, making it harder to resist. "You can't control me."
Joong's smile widened. "That's where you're wrong, Dunk. I don't need to control you. I only need to let you realize that you were made for this—for me. And when you finally understand that..." His fingers trailed down the side of Dunk's neck, resting against the rapid pulse beneath his skin. "You'll come to me willingly."
Dunk's breath caught in his throat, his body betraying him as heat pooled in his chest. He wanted to fight back, to say something sharp, but the words died on his lips. Joong's touch, his presence—it was overwhelming. And for the first time, Dunk felt the weight of his fate settle over him like an iron chain.
He was already being pulled into Joong's orbit, and there was no easy way out.
Pond & Phuwin
Meanwhile, Phuwin found himself in an equally dangerous dance with Pond. Unlike Joong, Pond was warmer, more approachable, but that didn't make him any less of a threat. His charm, his easy smiles—they were a mask hiding the same ruthless power that ran through his veins.
Phuwin had observed him carefully, noting the way Pond effortlessly commanded the attention of the estate's staff and guards. He wasn't just Joong's right-hand man; he was a leader in his own right. And that made Phuwin's situation all the more precarious.
One afternoon, Phuwin was in the garden, trying to clear his mind, when Pond joined him. The younger Naravit brother approached with that same disarming smile, hands casually in his pockets as he watched Phuwin with an intensity that was hard to ignore.
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(Garden where phuwin met pond)
"You've been quiet," Pond said, breaking the silence.
Phuwin glanced at him, his expression guarded. "There's not much to say."
Pond's smile softened. "I disagree. I think there's a lot you're not saying."
Phuwin turned his gaze back to the garden, refusing to engage. But Pond wasn't the type to give up easily. He stepped closer, standing beside Phuwin, his voice low and calm. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"
Phuwin's heart skipped a beat. Afraid? No, fear wasn't the right word. It was more complicated than that. Pond was an alpha—strong, charming, and undeniably dangerous—but there was something in him that drew Phuwin in, even as he tried to resist. He hated the way his body responded to Pond's presence, the way his heart raced every time the alpha was near.
"No," Phuwin finally said, his voice steady. "I'm not afraid of you. I'm just not interested in playing this game."
Pond chuckled softly. "It's not a game, Phuwin. This is your life now. You and I, we're bound together, whether we like it or not."
Phuwin turned to face him, his jaw set in defiance. "I don't have to like it. And I don't have to make it easy for you."
Pond's smile faded, replaced by a look of genuine curiosity. "You think you're the only one who didn't choose this?" His voice dropped, a hint of something raw slipping through. "I didn't ask for this either, Phuwin. But we're in it now. The sooner you realize that, the better it will be for both of us."
Phuwin stared at him, surprised by the vulnerability in Pond's words. It was the first time he'd seen the mask slip, even for a moment. But before he could respond, Pond stepped closer, his hand brushing against Phuwin's arm.
"We don't have to fight this," Pond murmured, his voice softening. "You're not alone in this. I'm here."
Phuwin's heart stuttered in his chest. He wanted to push Pond away, to keep the distance between them, but the sincerity in Pond's gaze made him hesitate. Could it be true? Could there be something more than power and control in this arrangement?
But before he could decide, Pond's hand slipped away, leaving Phuwin feeling strangely cold without the alpha's touch.
"We'll talk again soon," Pond said, flashing a small smile before walking away, leaving Phuwin standing in the garden, torn between the life he wanted and the one that had already claimed him.
