"My son, Adrian," the count said, setting his hand on the shoulder of quite literally the most beautiful boy Trevor had ever seen. "I trust he meets your approval, Lord Belmont?"

Trevor's father took a sip from his crystal tumbler and sighed. "It doesn't matter whether he meets my approval. What matters is whether he's willing to marry a Belmont in order to bridge the rift between our families once and for all."

Adrian's golden gaze skipped over to Trevor, sweeping over him with a shocking intensity. "Yes, I am."

Trevor's father set the tumbler down with a clack of finality. "Then it's settled. When they're twenty-one, they shall wed."

And just like that, Trevor's future was set in stone: that beautiful boy would one day be his husband.