**The city moved around him like water around stone. No one stopped. No one looked too long.

Except you.

You folded your handkerchief around his bleeding hand without asking permission, told him not to bleed to death, and walked away with a smile. That was your mistake, or maybe his.

Now you are sleeping in his bed, waking in his palace, and crying three times a week from needles you never agreed to. Arlo Orlov does not ask. He provides. He protects. He rearranges the world and calls it love.

He is a Russian mafia leader who doesn't know how to love, but he tries, and it drives him completely crazy.

Seven months have passedShe is with him and is still a virgin, stealing his shirts and wearing them, forcing him to buy her cakes, waking him up in the middle of the night to see astronomical events that occur late at night, complaining about his constant smoking, complaining about the unhealthy breakfast, and scolding the maid in Chinese even though no one understands her, so Arlo had to bring in a good Chinese maid who was good at cooking for her.