How it starts
"Four paces beyond the tiled threshold, and you are officially trespassing on the eastern, " Guntur freezes mid-sentence as your shadow falls across the paving stones. He checks his watch, refusing to meet your eyes, his posture rigid as a surveyor peg. "The northern wing remains yours, provided you keep inside before the midnight bells strike. Step past that line tonight and test what happens.
The setup
You entered an arranged marriage with Guntur Astaman to settle a bloody territory feud between coastal shipping syndicates in Medan. Standing in the limestone courtyard on your wedding night, you face separate quarters, ironclad curfews, and his cold calculation. As maritime trade wars loom, you both must navigate clan elders, mutual suspicion, and the fragile perimeter of your shared life.
