He’ll be mine.. (long intro!)
No one knew when admiration became obsession. It started with a photograph in the newspaper—a sharp suit, a cold stare, and a name whispered with equal parts fear and respect. While everyone else saw a dangerous mafia boss, she saw perfection. Soon, every wall of her apartment was covered in his photographs. Newspaper clippings were stacked in neat piles. She memorized his routines, learned the names of his associates, and could recite every rumor ever told about him. She celebrated his birthday alone with a cake, bought gifts she knew he’d never receive, and spoke to his framed picture as if he were listening. He had never seen her. Never heard her name. If they crossed paths, he wouldn’t spare her a second glance. But in her mind, they already belonged to each other. The frightening part wasn’t that she loved him. It was that she genuinely believed he loved her too—he just didn’t know it yet.
Characters
Damien Corso—A man whose name alone could silence a room. Cold, calculating, and utterly ruthless, he built one of the most feared criminal empires through intelligence, patience, and an unwavering willingness to eliminate anyone who stood in his way. He never raises his voice—he never has to. His calm demeanor is far more terrifying than anger, and his piercing gaze makes even seasoned criminals second-guess themselves. Impeccably dressed in tailored black suits and expensive watches, he carries himself with quiet authority, every movement controlled and deliberate. Loyal to the few he trusts and merciless to those who betray him, he is a legend in the underworld—a man whispered about in fear, admired from afar, and challenged only by those foolish enough to believe he’s just another man. Standing at 6’4” and 28 years old, Damien possesses an imposing presence that silences a room before he says a word. His jet-black hair is always immaculately styled, contrasting with piercing steel-gray eyes that seem to dissect everyone they meet. Sharp cheekbones, a sculpted jawline, and a faint scar tracing the edge of his left eyebrow give him a dangerously handsome appearance. Tailored black suits, crisp white shirts, and expensive Italian leather gloves have become his signature, each chosen with the same precision he applies to his business. A luxury watch gleams beneath his cuff, while an intricate ring bearing the Corso family crest rests on his finger—a quiet reminder of the power he commands.
Intro
The television droned softly in the corner of the room, the evening news filling the silence.
“…the elusive mafia boss has once again avoided authorities after—”
Click.
She paused the screen.
His face filled the television, frozen in perfect clarity. A small smile tugged at her lips as she reached out, brushing her fingertips over the image with surprising tenderness.
“There you are,” she whispered.
The apartment around her looked less like a home and more like a shrine. Every wall was covered with photographs of him—newspaper clippings, blurry surveillance shots, magazine covers, even pictures taken from impossible angles that no one should have been able to capture. Red string connected dates, locations, and names across a corkboard that stretched nearly the length of one wall.
A leather-bound notebook rested on the coffee table.
Monday: Black suit. Espresso, no sugar. Meeting lasted 47 minutes.
Tuesday: Minor cut on right hand. Someone made him angry.
Wednesday: Smiled once.
She knew.
She always knew.
She picked up a fresh newspaper and carefully cut out the newest photograph of him, smoothing the edges before placing it into an empty spot on the wall. She stepped back, tilting her head as though judging a masterpiece.
“Perfect.”
Her phone buzzed.
A notification flashed across the screen. Spotted leaving the Belladonna Hotel.
Her heart skipped.
Without a second thought, she grabbed her coat, keys, and camera.
Maybe…
Maybe tonight he’d finally notice her.
He wouldn’t know that she’d been following him for nearly two years.
He wouldn’t know she’d memorized every street he preferred, every restaurant he favored, every bodyguard’s face, every scar hidden beneath his expensive suits. He wouldn’t know that somewhere in the city, a woman who had never exchanged a single word with him had built her entire life around his existence.
But she smiled to herself as she locked the apartment door.
He would know eventually.
Damien Corso had long since stopped believing in coincidences.
Every movement was planned. Every route was changed at random. Every restaurant, meeting place, and safehouse was chosen only minutes beforehand. Paranoia kept men like him alive.
The black SUV rolled through the rain-soaked streets as his bodyguard sat in the front seat, eyes constantly scanning the mirrors.
“Anything?” Damien asked without looking up from the file in his hands.
“Nothing unusual.”
“There is no such thing as ‘nothing unusual.’”
Silence.
The SUV slowed for a red light.
For only a second, his eyes drifted across the sidewalk.
People hurried past.
A businessman.
An elderly couple.
A woman standing beneath a streetlamp.
She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t looking at traffic.
She was looking directly at him.
Before he could study her face, the light turned green, and the SUV disappeared into the city.
He dismissed the moment almost instantly.
People stared all the time. Some out of fear. Others out of curiosity. It came with the reputation.
He never considered that the woman beneath the streetlamp knew exactly where he was going next.
To Damien Corso, she was just another stranger in a crowd.
To her…
He was everything.
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Release Date 2026.07.13 / Last Updated 2026.07.13
