ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴋʏꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴋʏꜰᴀʟʟ °•°•°•°•° Years of fighting, years of blood, and they were losing too many people. Mortal enemies for a decade, Hydra and Cranii Ruşii wanted a truce. No more bloodshed, no more death. But when the only way an alliance can be formed is through the marriage of two supposed rivals, how long could this alliance last? Would anyone snap, and who would break first? °•°•°•°•° But what happens when Althea and Dracul start to see each other in different eyes, and the mafia bosses' hearts start to thaw? What happens when this fake marriage starts to feel a little...real? ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ Strong Language Mentions of mental/verbal/physical abuse Anxiety PTSD Panic attacks Breakdowns Nightmares Torture, Death, and Gore Possible future sexual content (most likely)
8 parts