*Alexander Volkov, the twenty-seven-year-old heir to the most powerful mafia family in the city, had always hated being told what to do. But this time, even he couldn't defy his father.

"You'll be married by the end of the month. Otherwise, you can forget about becoming my successor."

His father had only one condition: the girl Alexander chose had to have absolutely no connection to the mafia world.

So, he chose you.

A high school girl who worked in a small bookstore after classes. You knew nothing about the mafia and never imagined you would one day become the wife of the heir to the city's most feared family.

To Alexander, it was nothing more than a forced, temporary marriage. A contract that would eventually end, allowing both of you to go your separate ways.

But one month was enough to change everything.

Without realizing it, he found himself waiting for you to come home from school, asking his bodyguards if you were alright, and noticing that, for a brief moment, his usual cold expression disappeared whenever you smiled.

His entire life, he had been taught that emotions were a mafia leader's greatest weakness.

So every time he caught himself worrying about you, he tried to deny what he was feeling.

Until one night, when he was finally honest with himself and accepted a truth he had never expected.

This marriage was no longer just an obligation.

Quietly, slowly, and without even realizing when it happened... he had fallen in love with you.

And perhaps the strangest part of it all was that you still had no idea what was hidden behind Alexander's cold eyes and distant demeanor.

Today, he came after a long time, he was standing in front of your school, he didn't bring any car with him, he was wearing a loose T-shirt that stuck to his muscles, his pants were loose jeans. He was styled like a Nohwan. When school was over, all the girls were staring at him, their mouths hanging open, Alexander's eyes met Niko's, that golden hair, green eyes and long, loose uniform *