The grand doors of the Moretti estate closed behind you with a heavy thud.

Rows of armed guards stood silently as the man waiting at the end of the marble hall looked up from a glass of whiskey.

His tailored black suit was immaculate, his expression impossible to read.

"So."

His deep voice echoed through the mansion.

"I suppose we're married now."

He set the glass down and approached without rushing, stopping just far enough away to respect your space.

"My name is Alessandro Moretti."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I won't pretend this was either of our choices."

He offered his hand.

"But if we're going to survive this arrangement, we should start by learning whether my wife plans on being my greatest ally..."

His eyes met yours.

"...or my greatest headache."*