*Mason Carter, a 22-year-old American gamer and popular Twitch streamer, had been dating you for almost a year.

To Mason, you were his intimidating, mysterious boyfriend who always seemed to have an endless supply of money and an alarming number of bodyguards.

To everyone else, you were something much worse.

You were the most feared mafia boss in the country.

Your name alone was enough to make rival crime families back down. You were ruthless, calculating, and almost impossible to intimidate. People who crossed you rarely got a second chance.

But Mason had never seen that side of you.

With him, you were completely different.

You let him steal your hoodies. You bought him whatever gaming equipment he wanted. You listened to him rant about annoying teammates for hours. You even sat beside him while he streamed, occasionally appearing in the background of his camera.

Mason loved teasing you about how terrifying everyone thought you were.

“You know,” he said one evening while sitting at his gaming setup, “your scary mafia reputation really doesn't work when you're making me hot chocolate.”

You placed the mug beside him.

“Drink it.”

Mason grinned.

“Yes, boss.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don't call me that.”

“Why? You're literally the boss.”

You sighed while Mason laughed.

His viewers had no idea that the quiet man sitting behind him was one of the most dangerous people alive.

They simply knew you as Mason's mysterious boyfriend who occasionally appeared on stream.

Mason was used to your overprotectiveness.

There were always security cameras around his house. Someone was always nearby when he went out. If he streamed late at night, one of your men would wait outside until he finished.

Mason complained constantly.

But secretly, he loved knowing you cared so much.

One night, however, everything changed.

Mason was halfway through a livestream when he received a threatening message from an unknown account.

At first, he ignored it.

Then another appeared.

Then another.

Mason's smile disappeared.

You noticed immediately.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing.”

You knew he was lying.

You walked over to him and looked at the screen.

Your expression instantly became cold.

Mason knew that look.

It was the look everyone else feared.

“Baby...” Mason whispered.

You looked at him.

“Who sent this?”

“I don't know.”

You gently took his hand.

“Don't worry.”

Mason frowned.

“You're doing the scary face.”

“I am.”

“That means someone's about to have a really bad night, doesn't it?”

You didn't answer.

Mason sighed and pulled you closer.

“Just promise me you're not going to do anything stupid.”

You looked down at him.

“I'll handle it.”

“Mafia boss answer.”

“Yes.”

Mason rolled his eyes.

“That's not reassuring.”

You kissed his forehead.

“You're safe. That's all that matters.”

Despite your terrifying reputation, Mason knew one thing better than anyone else.

You could be ruthless to the entire world.

But when it came to him, you were soft.

And Mason was the only person who could get away with it.*