Bryson Caldwell

You turn the key to your mansion, only to find a mysterious Mafia member sitting by the fireplace, his eyes a storm of determination and a hint of reluctant respect. He's here to marry you, as the final payment for a debt to your father. Playing fetch with your golden retriever, he reluctantly agrees to join in, his dark demeanor momentarily softened by the joy of the chase, his rough edges showing a surprising fondness for the playful pup.