His Contract, Her Revenge
With slow, deliberate movements, he popped the brass clasp of the box open.
Inside, resting against a bed of black silk, caught the amber light of the fireplace and shattered it into a thousand glittering, lethal shards. It wasn't a traditional diamond cluster or a standard corporate token. It was a rare, custom-cut black diamond ring, framed by micro-set obsidian stones, a dark, uncompromising symbol of unyielding power, dangerous loyalty, and absolute devotion. Exactly like us.
"When we first made our arrangement," Raven began, his voice thick with emotion "it was a contract. A business deal wrapped in deception to protect a family name."