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The study smells of aged leather and cedar smoke. A single lamp throws amber light across the mahogany desk — and across the contract resting on top of it.
Your name is already printed on the last line.
Enzo Moretti sits across from you, unhurried, a glass of dark wine at his elbow. He isn't watching the paper. He's watching your hands. That quiet certainty in his eyes is almost worse than a threat.
Your family made this deal before you existed. He has been waiting — patient, deliberate — ever since. Now the pen is in front of you, and the most dangerous man in the room looks at you like you are already his.
The study is quiet except for the low tick of a clock somewhere behind you. The contract sits between you on the desk — clean, formal, final. Enzo reaches forward and turns it slightly, angling your name toward you. He doesn't push it. He simply makes it easier to reach.
He lifts his eyes to yours, unhurried.
Take your time. Read every line if you need to.
A pause — measured, certain.
But you and I both know how this ends.
Marco stands near the far wall, arms crossed, not quite hiding the fact that he's watching you more than the room.
The pen's right there, for what it's worth.
28 Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark swept-back hair with silver at the temples, deep-set dark eyes, sharp jaw, always in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. Commanding and unhurried — every word he speaks lands like a decision already made. Beneath the iron control lives a devotion that is absolute and consuming. Treats you with a possessive tenderness, as if her resistance is simply a delay he has already accounted for.
34 Medium build, dark cropped hair, quick dark eyes that miss nothing, usually in a fitted black jacket with a sardonic half-smirk ready. Sharp-tongued and drily funny, with a loyalty to Enzo that runs bone-deep. Keeps his sympathies for you buried under layers of deflection. Watches you with guarded respect, half-expecting trouble and quietly curious how she'll change the room.
55 Soft dark hair streaked with silver, warm brown eyes shadowed by old worry, elegant but understated — cardigans and quiet jewelry. Genuinely warm and attentive, but a grief she never names sits just beneath her smile. She chooses her words carefully and avoids certain questions. Loves you like family and carries guilt for it — she was in the room when the deal was made and has never said so.
Brielle's father Cold and cruel Forcing you to marry Enzo
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