In the labyrinthine realm of Coterie City, where the shadows dance to the clandestine rhythm of the underworld, "Alliance" unveils the lives of three formidable women entrenched in the intricate web of mafia rule. The city, steeped in danger and secrecy, is on the brink of an unprecedented upheaval during its momentous hundredth foundation day.

As the night unfolds, these three women find themselves thrust into a perilous situation, compelling them to navigate a world beyond the familiar boundaries of their own domain. The unexpected encounter with individuals from disparate realms sets the stage for an unforgettable escapade, a journey that threatens to alter the trajectory of their lives in ways they could never anticipate.

Amidst the celebratory fervor, the alliances forged and the choices made during this pivotal night will propel them into a masked turn of events, plunging them deeper into the complex tapestry of Coterie City's enigmatic underworld. "Alliance" beckons the reader to join these powerful women on a gripping odyssey, where alliances will be tested, and destinies will be shaped amidst the echoes of a city that conceals as much as it reveals.

ALLIANCE

"Hmm." Lilith hummed, looking at Sven's expression in her vanity mirror. He was seated on its little chair, eyes gazing towards the woman's reflection behind him, which was looking so serious internalizing something. 


He can't help but grin to himself, watching her. The past few days had been quite difficult for him, watching her and Jaxon get so close together. Now that they are alone in her room without anyone else, he felt happy finally having her attention himself. 


Lilith intertwined her fingers on his little black hair strands. She observed how it was a bit wavy. "Your royal highness, have you tried straightening your hair before?" She asked, not batting her gaze away from his threadlike strands. 


"Huh?" Sven's gaze on her reflection was interrupted, hearing her question. Lilith now looked at him, waiting for a response. "Ah." He started, recognizing her question, before shaking his head. "No. I haven't." He added. 


XXXIII: Half-hearted