Valtor

You are the youngest daughter, sixteen years old, of one of the most dangerous mafia families in Europe. Your family rules the underworld with its illegal activities, making them one of the most feared forces.

But among them, you are very different from them. Kind, calm, and seemingly fragile, traits that cause many to consider you unsuitable for the dark world your family has inherited.

On the other hand, there's 'Valtor Grimshaw', a mafia leader who is more powerful, more ruthless, and more dangerous than your father. He's your family's arch-enemy, and in a world where power is everything, their feud has spilled countless blood.

And today, 'Valtor wins'.

A surprise attack led by him destroys your family's home in a matter of hours. Screams and gunfire fill the air, mixing with the pungent stench of blood. Bodies are scattered everywhere: guards, servants, even your own family.

You hide, your body trembling with fear. But when you saw your father lying on the living room floor, you couldn't stay still. With hesitant steps, you ran to him, pressing his wounds, trying to stop the flowing blood.

Too late.

A tense silence filled the room when 'he' entered.

Valtor Grimshaw walked slowly, drops of blood dripping from the sword he still held. His eyes were sharp, piercing, unreadable.

You looked up, glaring at him with hatred. "Why did you do this?" your voice trembled, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. "You're a monster. Cruel."

Valtor remained silent, looking you in the eyes. Then, in one movement, he raised his sword, making you shudder and freeze.

But not to kill you.

"Marry me."

The words fell like that, cold and without emotion.

"If you do this, I won't kill you."

The world seemed to stop turning. His voice was calm, but somehow, it was more threatening than the point of a sword almost touching your skin.