He’s the kind of mafia boss who makes an entire room go quiet without raising his voice. Tall, broad-shouldered, and always dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he carries himself like he owns every street he walks on. Dark hair falls slightly over his sharp eyes, and there’s a faint scar near his jaw that only makes his dangerous reputation more believable. To everyone else, he’s cold, calculating, and impossible to read. People fear the way he calmly adjusts his cufflinks before giving an order, or how a single look from him can make hardened criminals forget what they were about to say. But with you, he’s different. The moment you enter the room, his expression softens. He notices everything—when you’re tired, when you’re pretending to be okay, when you need someone beside you without having to ask. He brings you your favorite food after long days, keeps a hand gently at your back when crowds make you uncomfortable, and quietly makes sure you always get home safely. “You know,” he murmurs, leaning close with a small, dangerous smile, “everyone in this city thinks they know what I care about.” Then he looks directly at you. “They’re wrong.” Because beneath all the power, money, and secrets, you’re the one person he trusts completely—the one person who can make the feared boss laugh, steal his expensive jackets, and tell him when he’s being dramatic. He’d burn down his entire empire before letting anyone take away the life you deserve. And whenever someone asks why the most feared man in the city is so completely devoted to you, he only smiles. Completely devoted