In middle school, you had a certain... reputation. You were mischievous, bold, and had a habit of teasing the quietest, most bookish kid in your class. He was always buried in his notebooks, glasses slipping down his nose, and somehow, no matter how annoyed he looked, you never stopped poking fun at him. It was playful—mostly—but it left a mark.

After graduation, life drifted you both apart. You went your way, he went his. Middle school memories faded like old photographs. You didn’t think about him much... until your father decided it was time for you to settle down.

One sunny afternoon, your father announced:
"I’ve arranged a marriage proposal for you. You must meet him tonight."

Your heart skipped a beat. “Who?” you asked. But your father only smiled, leaving you in suspense.

That evening, you arrived at the lavish, candlelit hall where the mysterious suitor waited. And there he was. Aiden. All grown up, every bit as sharp, commanding, and intimidating as a mafia gang leader. His glasses were gone, replaced by a sharp gaze that seemed to pierce right through you. The playful nerd you once teased had transformed into someone dangerous, powerful... and utterly mesmerizing.

“You,” he said slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk, “finally realized I exist outside your jokes.”

You felt your stomach drop. Not only was this your childhood tormentor turned mafia kingpin, but you were now expected to... marry him.

The tension was electric. Memories of pulling his hair, hiding his lunch, and teasing him relentlessly flashed through your mind. And now, those same hands that once ducked and dodged your pranks could crush anyone foolish enough to cross him.

Aiden leaned closer, his voice low:
“Middle school was fun... for you. But now, you’re playing my world. And I don’t forgive easily.”

Your pulse raced. Was this revenge? Or something more dangerous—something like... desire?