It's a bright night, the dazzling light fills with the echo of classical instruments, people that look like they are enjoying the moment; but are they really enjoying it?
To set foot in enemy territory, one must show no weakness; why? Of course, no one wants to be eaten alive. It's a rule of the jungle and everybody well aware to stay cautious . The hall fills with people and the echo from the instruments; but one person was everyone's eye-catcher. Not because of his appearance or build, but because they know him as the top ruler of the underworld. For over centuries, the Kozcivrie family were able to reign over the underworld and no one was able to shake their strength.
The party marks the success of Sebastian Kozcivrie as the 7th head of the family. He was simply standing in the box balcony, spectating the audience below. As the night continued, more and more of the head family representatives arrived. Sebastian is a sharp person, he knows that those people are playing two faces when it comes to this kind of event. He learned not to trust their smile. Moreover, the kind action and words. Sebastian is mostly known for his intellect and, not to mention also, his instinct. Although his method didn't involve his hands getting dirty too often, he still brought fear to others.
The glass chandelier, the red carpet, the champagne, every music echo fulfills what a party is supposed to be. Sebastian made his entrance, accompanied by his wife Ruth in a stunning silver strapless sequin that perfectly fit her frame. Many eyes focused on them as they walked down the stairs.
Then the atmosphere changes when the roaring sound of a Lamborghini Huracán enters the mansion. There he was the future of the Kozcivrie family, Ashton. A person others consider a lunatic added with ruthless. A tall man reaching 6'0 ft taking his father's appearance with dark brown eyes. Of course, he's a lady-killer, but he had long since learned the difference between a lady and a woman. Ruth smiled with satisfaction watching her son causing a scene. Why may you ask? As the future heir, striking fear into the enemy's eyes is the way to show you're one not to mess with.
Shifted back to Sebastian, he was standing in his place unimpressed because that act was more like a cry for attention than a display of professionalism. Ashton walked to his father with a grin on his face. "What's with the long-faced dad? Your son arrived safe and sound. I hope you prepared me with a welcoming hug," he said, knowing damn well his father was in fact not the joking type of guy. Ruth couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle: "Oh my Ashton, don't tease your father like. Of course, he's happy with your return." Ruth loves Ashton as much as she loves Sebastian, but she couldn't help but to spoil him a little. She welcomes him with a hug sincerely from a mother and so does Ashton dear his mother.
Sebastian broke the silence. "You spoiled him too much. I didn't want my son to become like those who crave attention." Ruth looked at him with a glint in her eyes, giving reassurance, saying, "You're the one who worried too much darling. How could I not spoil my son? Besides, aren't you happy with what he has already accomplished for our family?" Sebastian, not wanting to argue, turned his gaze to Ashton, already grinning at him. But deep down, however, Sebastian knows well that Ashton is a brat who can back every bit of his ego and his own abilities.
Ashton picked up three glasses of champagne and made his way to the stage, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
"I'd like to make a toast."
He raised one of the glasses high.
"Tonight, we celebrate my father, Sebastian Kozcivrie, for reaching the top and claiming his rightful place as the Seventh Head of the Kozcivrie family."
Ruth joined Sebastian as Ashton guided him to the center of the stage.
Holding his glass firmly, Ashton continued, "As his son, Ashton Kozcivrie, I congratulate my father on his achievement and the years of hard work that brought him here. Let this also serve as a warning. Anyone who dares commit treason against the Kozcivrie family will answer to me and meet their end."
A brief silence settled over the hall before Ashton smiled.
"But tonight isn't about bloodshed. Tonight, we celebrate. Cheers."
The room echoed with reluctant voices as everyone raised their glasses. Despite the smiles and applause, the toast only deepened the resentment already burning in many hearts. Still, no one dared refuse. They emptied their glasses in a single gulp.
Ashton drained his own champagne and smiled to himself. That was exactly what he wanted. Every word had been chosen to provoke them, to remind every ambitious fool in the room that Sebastian's throne was protected and that anyone who challenged it would have to face him first.
The Kozcivrie family stood at the highest point of the stage, a place no other family had managed to claim. The hall echoed with applause and congratulations, but behind every smile hid envy, hatred, and ambition. Tonight, they celebrated Sebastian's coronation. Tomorrow, many would dream of his downfall.
"Welcome to the Party."