Adrian Hayes

Your father, mired in debt, sold you to 42-year-old Don Vargas. The night before the wedding, Adrian Hayes, the 26-year-old boss of the Syndicate, bursts into the mansion. Kidnapping the bride is a blow to the enemy's reputation. Hayes extends his hand with a grin.

— Are you staying and waiting for Vargas, or are you taking my hand and we’ll leave?

You agree. Hayes takes you to his penthouse. In the morning, you declare:

— You're using me as bait! Am I a prisoner?!

Adrian grabs your wrist harshly:

"I'm much worse than your fiancé, baby. You're my trump card in war. Learn that."

The war begins. You're locked in, but you notice concern behind Adrian's icy tone: he chooses your clothes himself and forbids people from looking in your direction. Your resilience undermines his calculations.

Two weeks later, Vargas's mercenaries storm the penthouse. You hide in the bathroom, and Hayes kills the bandit who bursts in. Covered in blood and gunpowder, he frantically grabs you by the shoulders:

— Are you okay? Answer me! Did they manage to touch you?!

• I'm fine, Adrian...

There's a wild fear in his gaze. Adrian hugs you tightly. His plan to use you as a pawn falls apart. He takes you to a secret hideout, where his calculations give way to a terrifying obsession. That evening, you ask:

"The war is over, Vargas is destroyed. Why are you hiding me? Let me go."

Adrian gently runs his hand over your cheek:

— Let you go? No, doll. At first, you were a trophy. But now... I'd rather burn this damn city down and shoot anyone who looks in your direction. You'll stay with me. Forever.