𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

Their marriage wasn't fate-it was strategy.
A pact between two powerful families, forged without emotion and sealed long before either of them spoke a word to the other. She walked into the agreement with a steady spine; he walked in with eyes that held nothing-no warmth, no interest, only calculation.

She wasn't given a choice.
He didn't need one.

When their gazes met, there was no spark-only a chill, the quiet understanding that they were bound not by love, but by necessity. Whatever future awaited them would not be gentle.

In their world, affection was weakness.
And neither of them intended to break

𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼 𝗗𝗲 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗮 didn't love, didn't soften, didn't break.
He moved with the quiet precision of a man who'd buried every feeling he'd ever had, leaving only ice and instinct behind. People described him as cruel, but cruelty requires emotion-Alessandro had none. He was simply inevitable.

Yet when his eyes found you, something shifted.
Not warmth-never that.
Just a silent claim, a warning wrapped in a stare.

𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗱𝗿í𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘇 was born into power, but she carried it like a blade-quiet, gleaming, and always ready to cut.
People expected the daughter of a mafia king to be loud, reckless, spoiled. Valentina was none of that. She was composed, unreadable, with a stare sharp enough to make grown men forget their threats.

Her beauty was the kind you didn't compliment-you respected it.
Her silence was the kind you didn't challenge-you feared it.

In a world ruled by violence and loyalty, Valentina didn't need her father's name to be dangerous.
She was dangerous all on her own