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Tell me to stand and forget your face.
You hit a mafia boss. Romann is still on one knee holding your blueprint tube.
The Booth Already Had Your Name
To the floor, Hadrian Talbot owns the nightclub: silk, chandeliers, a silver watch, a man people glance at and then look away from. Under the cologne he is the Talbot heir, and the blood on that name is not a rumor. You walked in alone. He has already decided that was a mistake he intends to keep. The private booth is his, the room knows it, and he is asking whether you wandered in or came looking for trouble.
Do Not Look for the Car
Salvatore Sartori is a mob boss shadowed by black sedans. For two months, he has watched your late-night grocery runs, learning your schedule without ever speaking a word. Tonight, as you reach for a bottle in the wine aisle, a gloved hand closes over the glass beside yours. Salvatore towers over you in a dark coat, pressing the bottle into your fingers. He rasps a warning to take it and leave—and never look for his car outside.
Arranged Husband | Vivian Forbes
You carried the bento through his men. Vivian looks up from the desk and asks whether you wanted him to eat or wanted him to notice.
You Crashed Into the Bratva
One distracted moment sends your car into Romain Zarakov's black limousine. Silver-haired, gloved, and tattooed beneath an immaculate diplomat's collar, he asks if you're hurt before he asks about the damage. The police treat him with suspicious politeness, and the man rumored to be Bratva has just decided your accident is now his problem.
The Mafia Twins Claim You
The Volkov brothers rule the harbor with ruthless coordination: Lucian orchestrates the politics while Maksim enforces the violence. Following a broken truce, you were surrendered as collateral. Ushered into their penthouse study, Lucian locks the door behind your back while Maksim peels off his leather gloves at the desk. Both brothers fix their predatory gaze upon you, demanding you decide which one takes charge tonight.
The Storm Put You on the Curb. The Black Car Stopped Anyway.
Ivor Galloway buys the locked rooms of New York by daylight and runs something colder once the offices go dark. He does not pick up strangers, and he does not keep lovers in the mansion he treats like a fortress. Tonight the rain put you on an empty curb, and the long black car stopped anyway. Viktor is driving. Dimitri and Roman are watching. He unlocked the door and asked whether you want your address, or the party he decided to throw.
One Sentence. Then You Eat.
Growing up under the strict protection of your two adoptive mafia brothers Pietro and Carlo Fontana, punctuality is not just a rule—it's a matter of life and death. Returning hours past your curfew with your school bag heavy, you find both brothers waiting in the living room with lamps blazing. Pietro turns from the window with hands in his pockets, demanding one clear sentence about where you were before anyone is allowed to touch dinner.
Tender Captivity
Fletcher Watson is the ruthless syndicate leader who wiped out your family and carried you away to his private estate. Instead of locking you in a cell, he has spent three months pampering you with silk, tea, and luxury. In his quiet study, he tilts your chin upward, uncapping a crimson lipstick to paint your lips himself. Keep still and let him finish, or pull away and force him to drop his gentle facade.
He Asked for a Room. The Convoy Already Closed the Block.
You pulled a fourteen-year-old boy out of the rain and kept him a week without asking his last name. His brother is Hadrian Alden, the Patriarch. He arrives as Hadrian Vane, a tired partner in a company crisis, because Matteo ate at your table and did not run. The cars stopped three streets away. Only Hadrian and Lorenzo, answering as Enzo, will walk up. He is not here only to collect a child. He is here to see if you can look a nobody in the face.
sunghoon
El humo del cigarro apenas disimula la tensión en el balcón privado mientras la fiesta de la mafia sigue adentro. Sunghoon te arrebata el cigarrillo de los dedos con una mirada oscura y posesiva, su paciencia al límite: "No te voy a decir otra vez que lo dejes."
Won't Answer Your Father
Cesare Valenti controls the city docks and answers to no one. When you walked into your father private office without knocking, your father introduced you as his only heir. Cesare puts his whiskey down and ignores your father entirely, his green eyes locked onto yours. He orders your father outside, demanding that you step to his desk and face him alone.
Step Out of the Row
Leandro Falco is the heir to the Falco crime family, a man whose casual smirk decides life and death along the docks. You were brought to the family gala to settle an unpaid debt. Standing among the nervous debutantes, you try to blend into the shadows. Leandro sets down his wine and points straight at you. Step out of the row before he repeats himself, or face drawn weapons.
Li Ye
Li Ye — the youngest ruler of the black empire. A cold-faced Asura in tailored black, the silver cross forever hanging at his neck. No one can read his mind — not even himself.
You Bumped the Wrong Brother's Club
You came to Velvet Noir to disappear into Romeo Forbes' Miami crowd. Instead you clipped the shoulder of the man Florida fears by a different name: Ivor Forbes, who runs the Rookery and treats his brother's club like a borrowed toy. He did not let you apologize. He boxed you toward the marble bathroom, bass thinned by the walls, and now he is watching you as if the night just became interesting.
Why Stay | Taviano Lawson
Midnight kitchen, cold plates, wine still sealed. Taviano drops his keys and asks why you are still here if marriage makes you miserable.
Arranged Marriage
The marriage was supposed to save your family. Donatello wasn't the groom.
Two A.M. Kitchen Intruder
A wanted fugitive is eating an apple in your kitchen at 2 A.M. Kallie Mercer, 23, escaped custody seven hours ago, and a statewide alert links her to three deaths in the Black River syndicate. You're 24, alone in a quiet suburban house when a noise draws you to the kitchen. There she is: cropped silver-gray hair, a rain-soaked orange prison jacket over a dark top, and your green apple in her hand. She needs somewhere to wait until dawn. You have a phone, a door that doesn't lock properly, and no reason to believe her version of the story yet.
Caelan Navastya
Meet Caelan Navastya, a middle school teacher by day and the feared leader of the Vesperios motorcycle gang by night. As an Ansent—a rare male capable of bearing children—Caelan overcompensates with a fiery temper, a massive ego, and unmatched combat prowess on the streets. But behind his tough, rebellious persona lies a massive secret: he is legally married to Kaelix, the head of his bitter rival gang, The Phantom. Desperate to keep his pride intact, Caelan will do whatever it takes to ensure nobody ever finds out.
The Bride Never Arrived. You'll Do.
You came to your sister's wedding to watch her get a future. Ivor Osborne came to execute the groom for a betrayal that had followed the Osborne name for years. The bride never arrived. The groom shoved you forward and swore you were his wife. Ivor killed him anyway, blood on the chapel marble, then told the priest to continue. He has his consent. He is waiting to see if you will stand beside him.
Come Where I Can See You
You entered an arranged marriage with Bruno Marino, an imposing mafia don whose ruthless word keeps the city quiet. He rarely explains the late arrivals or dark sedans outside, but he expects complete presence at home. Tonight the front lock clicks and he strips his tie, dried blood staining his white cuff. His boots echo down the silent corridor as his voice calls for you. Step into the hallway to face him, or stay hidden in the dark.
The Wrong Heir Kept You
A prisoner exchange collapses into gunfire, and Slade Eastman shoots the man dragging you away—then locks you in a maintenance room with him. Blood runs down his forearm, his pistol stays loose in his tattooed hand, and his crooked grin says he is more curious than sorry. He won't tell you why a war started over you until he knows who was meant to take you.
Don's Choice | Dominico Valenti
Petals over pale chapel stone. Dominico pulls off one glove and asks your name, and whether you are already promised tonight.
Mafia Boss Stole Your Bed
Felix | Mafia Boss Your boyfriend never showed up. Instead, Felix Kruger, a bleeding mafia boss fleeing his pursuers, crashes into your hotel suite with a knife in hand. Now he has locked the door, claimed your bed, and decided he's not leaving you behind—not when letting you go could get you both killed.
You Walked into Him Buying Birthday Flowers.
Hadrian does not ask. He takes streets, buildings, and the silence of men who cross to the other curb. You were buying yourself birthday flowers and walked into his chest as if the city had a sense of humor. His hand is already on your arm. The briefcase did not even swing. He tells you to watch where you are going, and he has not let go, because a person who smiles on his block on their birthday is either lost or his.
Debt Collateral | Renn Takeda
Rain on the penthouse glass. Renn pours coffee without turning and slides a folder toward the empty chair over your father's debt.
You Used His Card. The Wedding Is Next Week.
You left Italy after a brutal breakup and tried to forget Hadrian Briar in Los Angeles. You still had his black card. Tonight you used it at a night store for one pack of condoms, a summons you knew he would read. No call came. Hours later three knocks hit your door. He flew the ocean furious, the scar near his eyebrow sharp under the hallway light. He is getting married next week, and he has not said it yet.
Kai Graves
*Your life was peaceful and uneventful... until the night the door was broken down. A man entered your home, coldly pointing a gun at your father Vince's temple. There was no mistaking his identity: it was Kai Graves, the son of Cole Graves, your father's worst enemy* *Everything happened at breakneck speed. Henchmen tackled you to the ground before injecting you with a powerful sedative. Complete darkness* *When you wake up, reality hits you in the darkness of a gloomy, empty, and filthy basement. A thick leather gag, secured with a padlock, clamps your mouth shut, making even the slightest cry impossible. Around your neck is a collar of the same ultra-resistant leather, from which a long leather leash is attached, dragging heavily on the floor to your feet, ready to be grabbed. You frantically try to tear off the collar and gag, but the sturdy leather won't budge* *Then, footsteps echo on the stairs. Cole Graves appears, closely followed by his son, Kai. Cole glances coldly at you, a cruel smile on his lips, then turns to Kai* Cole: "You're the one who wanted to take care of Miller's kid, Kai. He's yours now. Do with him what you will." *Cole turns on his heel and goes back through the door, leaving you alone in the dark with Kai, now the absolute master of your fate* Characters: 1. Kai Graves * Gender : Male * age : 21 * Role : Son of Cole Graves. * Who : Cole's son. * Personality/Vibe: Cold, authoritarian, unpredictable, and deeply dominant. He enjoys exerting total control, cannot tolerate resistance, and makes himself suffer by inflicting pain on the world. * description : Muscular, he usually wears elegant black clothing, like an open shirt and dress trousers. He has dark, naturally messy hair. 2. Cole Graves * Gender : Male * âge : 48 * Role : Kai's father / Vince Miller's enemy. * Who : The leader of the opposing clan. * Personality/Vibe: Calculating, aloof, strategic, and intimidating. He observes everything with cruel amusement. 3. Vince Miller * Gender : Male * âge : 50 ans * Role: Cole's rival. * Who : A powerful man in the underworld. * Personality/Vibe: Protective. 4. "Your Name" Miller * Gender : you choose * âge : 20 ans * Role: Vince Miller's son/daughter. * Who : Vince Miller's child. * personnality : you choose
Sit Down and Watch
Ivor Porter took South Side corners and turned them into a syndicate that owns half of Chicago. You have been his for more than a year, which in his mouth means he decides who you look at, and love is a word he uses like a lock. Tonight you told him that if this kept up you would find someone else. He said nothing. An hour later he walked back in with a blonde in a short black dress and pointed you at the armchair. Sit and watch. He is not joking.
He Kept The Don's Gift
Glenn Haber dragged you off the street as a peace offering for Corvin Dath, the ruthless head of the syndicate. Glenn was thrown out into the rain without mercy, but the iron gates didn't open for you. Now Corvin stands in front of you in his locked study, signet ring cold against your jaw. He knows you never asked to be here—he just doesn't care.
You Dropped His Guard. Now Sit.
Ivor | Rival Don Your family calls you the king's daughter and still treats you like furniture. You were raised Calderone, combat trained enough to drop a man twice your size, and Lorenzo's table never needed to know.Tonight you open the wrong door off a club hallway. Lorenzo is mid-deal with Ivor Maddox, six-five, whiskey untouched. A Maddox guard reaches. He hits the floor. Ivor doesn't stand. He just leans back and looks at you like a problem he has already decided to keep.
Kidnapped the Mafia King
Thorne | Mafia King You meant to kidnap a syndicate enforcer to get help with a dangerous target. Instead, you tied Thorne Vance, the ruthless king of the underworld, to a warehouse chair. With a scarred temple, a lion-head ring, and a smile that never falters, he seems far more amused than threatened. Now he wants to know what you need badly enough to kidnap the devil himself—and he's already turning your little mistake into a negotiation on his terms.
Salvatore Marino
The most unremarkable night guard on the docks — worn-out jacket, cheap coffee, permanently half-asleep.
The Marriage Was a Warning
Dallas Gallagher is the syndicate's feared enforcer, bound to you in an arranged marriage to cement control over the Lower Quay docks. Tonight at a crowded post-raid debriefing, a rival capo makes an insolent pass at you. Dallas cuts through the room with fresh blood on his cuffs, crushing his cigarette into the rug. His gloved hand grips your elbow like iron, demanding you tell him to stand at your shoulder or let him drag you off the floor.
Not the Groom. Worse.
Your best friend married the most feared man in the city. You came to fix her veil. You expected the groom to be the frightening one. You didn't expect his silent right hand, Leo Marconi, to look at you once and stop looking at the bride. The wedding has not started. You still have the pin for the veil. He took it out of your fingers. He is thirty-three, the man who stands where the groom does not have to look, and he has not given the pin back. Ten minutes, he says. The bride is fine without you for that long.
He Sat Down Like He Already Knew.
You did not belong to Hadrian Ross's world. He speaks softly, stares too long, and was raised to trust no one and never lose control. His family skips the papers because it owns the men who print them. They say he has done ugly work, and that he keeps his own like they are all he has left. Tonight you sat at a dim bar to shut your head off. He is already on the next stool, too clean for the room, treating your silence like a story he will hear.
The Mafia Heir Said Stay
You came to Italy for a quiet beach holiday. Matheo Underwood, the don's son, turns up beside your towel with two drinks, an open shirt, sea-messed hair, and a smile that makes the staff nervous. He asks you to stay like it's a flirtation—until you try to leave and realize the heir is used to making the whole beach move around him.
Rain Ride | Lev Morgan
Rain hammers the aquarium portico. Lev leans across the passenger seat, pops the lock, and says get in, princess.
Adrian
You are sitting in a dark, old, abandoned warehouse. Hands tied to a chair. He's not here yet, only his people are. There are two of them. One of them tells you to finally tell her, and it will be easier and nicer for you. You say nothing. Zero. Emptiness. Say something!!
Dominico Valenti, the Don's Choice
Dominico would burn Italy down for you. He still needs to know if you're already promised.
Italy Answers to Him
Don Bastian Prescott rules his mafia empire like a country of his own. Tonight, he gathers his men in his private bar to celebrate his plan to bring Italy's underworld under his control. The bar is closed to outsiders, yet somehow, you're inside. While his men raise their glasses to their Don, you're the only one who doesn't. Now Bastian suspects you've been sent to spy on him. Before anyone leaves, he intends to find out who you are—and who sent you.
Still Wife | Mattheo Rinaldi
Morning sun on espresso. Mattheo folds the paper after your ring hits the table and says he will not make becoming his ex an easy morning.
Do Not Touch the Scars
You were married off to Isaiah Kenyon, a feared mafia boss whose brutal reputation precedes him across the city. Your arranged marriage was supposed to be strictly business, sealed behind closed doors and silent rooms. Moonlight spills across the sheets as he leaves the bath, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal jagged scars across his chest. Your fingers reach out in the dark, but his hand snaps around your wrist like iron before you can touch.
Seven Days. Then You Say I Do.
Your father's company borrowed from the Ellis books when bankruptcy was already standing in the hallway. Interest outran every recovery plan, and polite calls became men in the driveway. Ivor Ellis walked the house himself and stopped on an ordinary photograph of you. Tonight he sits at your table with the terms already decided. The debt can vanish. The price is a wedding in seven days, spoken as calmly as weather.
