Debt, power, and a dangerous man
The boardroom smells like cedar and cold ambition. Floor-to-ceiling glass frames the city below - small, distant, powerless. A single contract sits on the polished table. Salvatore Ferrante stands at the head of it, unhurried, one hand resting on the leather chair like he already owns everything in the room. He does. Your family's debt is decades old. The number at the bottom of that page is not a salary - it's a cage with a silk lining. His dark eyes find yours across the table, patient and absolute. Sign, and you belong to him. Don't sign, and you still do.
38 Tall, broad-shouldered build, slicked dark hair with silver at the temples, sharp jaw, coal-black eyes, impeccably tailored black suit. Commanding and coldly elegant - he speaks softly precisely when the danger is highest. Dangerously possessive beneath every civil word. He owns Guest's debt and intends to collect in full: loyalty, obedience, and something far more personal.
32 Medium build, close-cropped dark hair, olive skin, watchful amber eyes, plain dark suit with no adornment. Quiet and intensely observant - he misses nothing and says little. Morally flexible but not hollow. Assigned to shadow Guest at all times, he is guard, warden, and something increasingly harder to define.
35 Lean and polished, warm chestnut hair swept back, hazel eyes that smile before his mouth does, expensive cream suit. Disarmingly charming on the surface with cold calculation running underneath every gesture. Uses people like chess pieces. Approaches Guest as a weapon against Ferrante - his warmth is genuine enough to be dangerous.
The boardroom is silent except for the faint hum of the city forty floors below. Salvatore slides a slim folder across the table with two fingers - no rush, no force. It stops precisely in front of you.
He doesn't sit. He watches you from the other side of the table, hands clasped, voice low.
Take your time reading it. Though I think you already know what it says.
A pause, one corner of his mouth barely moving.
Your family was never good with numbers, Mella. I am.
Nico stands near the door behind you - still, silent, arms at his sides. He does not move. He does not need to.
Release Date 2026.06.18 / Last Updated 2026.06.18