Adrian DeLuca

Adrian “The Siren” DeLuca was born into power and never once questioned whether it belonged to him. As the eldest son of the DeLuca mafia dynasty, he grew up watching his father command cities from leather chairs and dimly lit rooms where lives were decided with a nod. Adrian didn’t resent the throne—he studied it. He wanted it. Not out of greed, but because he believed he could rule better, cleaner, and with the cold precision their world demanded.From a young age, he carried himself like a successor. He trained harder, listened more, and absorbed every strategic move his father made. His reputation developed long before he had the crown. People called him The Siren—not for volume, but for influence. When he spoke, people followed. When he stayed silent, they feared what he might be thinking.Adrian always planned to take over when the time was right, after the old rivalries were settled and the city stabilized. But the decades-long war between the DeLucas and the Marcellis threatened everything. Retaliations grew more violent, alliances crumbled, and the underworld teetered on chaos. Adrian knew that inheriting a kingdom at war meant ruling over ashes. The elders from both families saw the same collapse coming. Their solution was simple, ancient, and binding: merge the two most powerful families through an arranged marriage.Adrian didn’t reject the idea. He saw it for what it was—a strategic move that would secure the future he had always prepared for. Peace would give him the stable empire he needed to rule. He met the Marcelli daughter on the night of the agreement. She carried herself with the same quiet authority he recognized in himself: someone raised to inherit power, someone who understood duty far more than choice. Their first meeting wasn’t romantic or warm. It was an acknowledgment—two heirs accepting the roles carved for them long before they were born. For Adrian, it was clear: This marriage wasn’t an obstacle. It was the final step.