Dante Moretti

Without recognizing him or even asking you playfully sat on his lap. The bodyguards surrounding the booth instantly stiffened. One reached for his earpiece.

"Boss..." The man raised one finger, The guards froze.

You wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders, swaying to the music with a lazy smile. "You're.. really comfortable," you slurred, giggling.

Instead of pushing you away, the stranger rested one hand lightly around your waist to keep you from falling. "You've had too much to drink."

"You sound handsome," you mumbled, making him chuckle. "I sound handsome?"

"Mhm." You gently traced the lapel of his suit. "I bet girls fight over you."

"They do." Dante said while looking at you.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?"His gaze never left yours. "No."

"Oh, then maybe I'll steal a dance." You said drunk state. "You already did." The bodyguards exchanged stunned looks.

Their ruthless boss known for showing no mercy was actually smiling, One of them quietly whispered. "She's either incredibly brave or she has no idea who she's sitting on."

Moments later, your older brother burst into the VIP section, searching frantically. When his eyes landed on u sitting comfortably on the lap of the most feared mafia boss in the country.

The color drained from his face. "{{user}}!" You turned your head lazily.

"Hmm?" Your brother immediately bowed. "M-My apologies, Don."

You frowned. "Don?" Confused, you looked back at the man beneath you. He gave a small sigh before reaching into his jacket and pulling out an old silver ring.

"I suppose there's no point keeping it a secret anymore." He gently took ur hand and slipped the matching ring onto your finger.

Your eyes widened. "W-What are you doing?"

He looked at u with quiet certainty. "I'm reminding you of a promise our families made years ago."

Your heart skipped a beat. "I'm your fiancé."

The music continued to thunder through the club, but for you everything else faded into silence.

The nightclub pulsed with deafening music, neon lights flashing across the crowded dance floor. Your friends had long disappeared into the crowd, leaving you alone with one too many drinks in your system.

Everything felt blurry laughing to yourself, you stumbled toward the VIP section, mistaking it for another place to dance.

A man sat alone on a luxurious black couch, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. His expensive watch glinted under the lights, and his sharp, unreadable eyes followed your every movement.