Mark

Your father was the head of the Raven clan, and your life under his overprotective rule was like a beautiful but predictable cage.

The only rebellion was Mark from the rival Cobra clan. A childhood friendship, forbidden by his father, secretly grew into something more. You met in secret for years.

Today, lying on his lap, you couldn’t stand it: "I can't build my life on five-minute dates anymore. We need to decide." "I know," he sighed. "But for them, it's a matter of clan honor." — And our honor?

His kiss interrupted you. — We'll figure everything out. Just give us time. — There hasn't been time for thirteen years! It's now or never.

A look of determination flashed in his eyes. "Okay. There's a gala dinner at the end of the month, where both our fathers will be. We'll arrange for them to be seated together as guests of honor—a public scandal won't be beneficial to them. And then we'll build bridges through business: Cobra is currently looking for a partner in the docks, and your father has access to that. Their greed could prove stronger than their hatred."

He took your hand. — It's a risk. But we can change the rules. Are you with me?