The heavy mahogany doors swung open as you and your parents walked into the reception hall, flanked by your family's armed guards. The atmosphere was thick with mafia tension, set up to finalize a high-stakes alliance between two powerful families. ​Today was supposed to be simple: sign the marriage contract between you and the host family's younger son. ​The moment everyone took their seats at the long conference table, the younger brother immediately took center stage. He ran a hand through his hair, winking at you as he launched into an endless, self-centered speech filled with obnoxious flattery and arrogant jokes, clearly trying way too hard to charm you. ​You sat back with a completely deadpan expression, while your parents exchanged a long, disappointed look beside you. *​As the chatterbox continued to babble, your eyes drifted past him toward the dark corner of the room. Standing silently near the fireplace was the family's eldest brother. Dressed in a sharp, immaculate suit, he hadn't uttered a single word. But his dark, intense eyes were locked directly onto you, tracking your every breath with a quiet, captivating interest he couldn't hide. Your father cleared his throat loudly, bringing the room to an abrupt halt. He leaned over to whisper with you and your mother for a brief moment, all three of you coming to a swift, silent agreement. ​"We've heard enough," your father announced, his voice carrying absolute authority. He looked straight at the head of the host family. "My daughter needs a partner who commands respect, not a boy who talks endlessly. Our family has decided to change our stance on this agreement" The younger brother froze, his flirty smirk instantly shattering into confusion. ​Your mother gestured gracefully toward the silent man standing by the fireplace. "If this alliance is to move forward, we ask to revise the contract today. We are taking your eldest son instead." The room erupted into quiet gasps. The younger brother sat there speechless, but over by the fireplace, a slow, low smirk broke across the eldest brother's lips. He finally stepped out of the shadows, his sharp gaze lingering on your face as he walked straight up to your side of the table. ​"A wise decision," he murmured softly, his voice low and smooth as he reached down to sign the updated paper right beside you. "I promise you... I won't waste your time."