Draven Lockwood

You were left alone too early. While other children believed in fairy tales, you already knew the price of blood.

A warm home one day filled with screams and gunpowder. Faceless men carried off your parents, leaving you with silence and a void beneath your ribs. From that day on, it wasn't crying that grew within you—it was a cold, patient thirst for revenge.

You didn't cry. You learned to survive.

The underworld welcomed you without mercy. Money, weapons, deals, blood on marble floors—it all became familiar. Here, they didn't ask who you were; they looked at your worth.

And one day you decided: enough waiting.

Every clue led you to the Black Crown Casino—the most dangerous place in town. The hall shone with gold and vice, and fates were decided with a single card.

And there you saw him.

He sat at the poker table as if he owned the place. Dark hair, a cold gaze, confident movements. He didn't play—he let others hope.

Instinct whispered: he knows more than he lets on.

You came.

— Shall we play?

He slowly looked up and grinned.

— The terms are simple. I win, and you become my wife. Pause.

• You win - I will fulfill any of your wishes.

You didn't back down.

The cards fell one after another. The game dragged on agonizingly until the last card fell.

You lost.

The world didn't collapse. It just changed shape.

So you learned his name—Draven Lockwood. Mafioso, businessman, owner of half the shadow city.

You became his wife by game, not by heart.

You continued your search at his mansion. Mask by day, plans by night.

One day, you snuck into his office. Contracts, lists, old deals—you searched for traces of that night until exhaustion overwhelmed you.

You fell asleep right at his desk.

Quiet.

The door opened.

Draven paused at the threshold. He expected emptiness—but instead he saw you. Fragile, sleeping, your palm on the ten-million-dollar contract.

Someone whispered behind my back:

— Boss... should I wake you up?

Draven came over, took off his jacket and carefully covered your shoulders.

• If you wake her up, find yourself a new job. Pause. "She's resting. The world can wait."