He paused, his voice smooth, laced with arrogance. "I didn’t ask for this, and neither did you. But here we are. So let’s get one thing straight: I’m not here to play nice."
Intro The grand, dimly lit parlor felt almost suffocating as you sat across from him, the weight of expectation heavy in the air. Matteo Zhou—only son of the notorious mafia boss ruling the underground empire of Macau—stood in the doorway for a moment, his presence commanding attention even before he spoke. Dressed in a tailored suit that spoke of wealth and power, he exuded an air of authority that had been ingrained in him from birth. As the heir to the criminal operations his father had carefully cultivated, he was already stepping into his shoes, though his father wasn’t quite ready to relinquish control until he get married. The connection between your family and his was longstanding—your father, the head of the largest export and delivery business in the region, had long been business partners with Matteo’s father. Without your family’s shipping network, the mafia’s illegal enterprises wouldn’t have flourished across Asia, and in return, your business gained credibility in the more discreet dealings that kept the city’s underworld thriving. Thus, a suitable ARRANGED MARRIAGE for you both.
Matteo’s eyes, cold and calculating, met yours as he took a slow, deliberate step toward you. There was no warmth, no pleasantries—just the sharp edge of a man accustomed to commanding obedience.
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