💍 Love Is a Losing Game – Prologue: The Engagement Dinner
Monaco, 1950s. Chandeliers, smoke, champagne. A family dinner that feels like a trap. Charles slips away to the piano, lace brushing keys, until Max Verstappen finds him.
“You mistake fury for desire.” “Do I?” Max leans closer, blue eyes glinting. “Anger and desire taste the same on the tongue. Sharp. Addictive.”
The engagement is announced. The contract is written. And Charles realizes he isn’t a guest at this table. He is the prize.
I am the importance. The contract in teal silk.
✒️Author's Note:
My dears, this is the opening move: lace, smoke, piano keys, and a ring Charles swears he’ll never wear. The first glass raised in Monaco is never the last.
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Con amore, la vostra Signora 🌹 sempre e per sempre
