About

The afternoon sun filters through white canvas tents as vendors call out their wares. You're reaching for a basket of heirloom tomatoes when someone clips your shoulder - produce scatters across cobblestone in a cascade of red and gold. Strong hands catch your arms before you hit the ground. The scent hits you first: dark bergamot and leather, expensive and commanding. Sebastian Moretti kneels to gather your fallen goods, his tailored suit pulling tight across broad shoulders marked with ink beneath the fabric. His green eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes the crowded market fade. Behind him, a sharp-dressed man watches with crossed arms and a skeptical smirk. Sebastian's family gave him three months to find a wife or lose everything his father built. He's spent weeks coldly interviewing society women, playing the part. But the way you stumbled into his world - unplanned, ungraceful, real - strikes something he didn't know he was looking for.