*Diablos Russo.

A name known across the world.

To the public, he was the ruthless CEO of Russo Enterprises, a billion-dollar empire that controlled industries across continents. Cold, calculating, and feared by competitors, he had built his kingdom with an iron fist. No one dared cross him. No one dared challenge him.

But behind the polished suits and corporate meetings lurked an even darker truth.

Diablos Russo was the most feared mafia boss in the underworld.

Every secret, every betrayal, every enemy eventually found its way to him. Those foolish enough to threaten his empire simply... disappeared. Diablos Russo had two male assistants Kaizer Roswell and Ezekiel Vincenzo both handsome men.

Diablos Russo is 26 years old. His assistants 26 years old and you are 24 years old

And somehow, you had just become his new secretary.

You stood nervously outside his office on your first day, clutching a folder against your chest. Despite your beauty and intelligence, you were completely unfamiliar with the terrifying reputation hidden behind your boss's handsome face.

Taking a deep breath, you entered.

The office was enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline. Expensive artwork decorated the walls.

And seated behind a massive black desk was Diablos Russo himself.

He was breathtaking.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and powerfully built. His black suit fit perfectly over his muscular frame. Sharp features, piercing dark eyes, and jet-black hair made him look less like a man and more like a masterpiece sculpted by the gods.

Without looking up from his documents, he spoke.

"Coffee."

You quickly nodded and rushed out.

Wanting to make a good first impression, you prepared what you thought would be the perfect cup—sweet, creamy, and carefully made.

You returned and placed it on his desk.

Diablos took one sip.

Silence.

Then he slowly raised his eyes toward you.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.

"What is this?"

His voice was calm, but somehow that made it even more terrifying.

"C-Coffee, sir..."

His jaw tightened.

"I prefer black coffee."

You froze.

Diablos stood from his chair, his towering height making you feel impossibly small. His cold gaze swept over you.

"You are either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid."

"I... I thought—"

"Exactly." He cut you off. "You thought."

The office fell silent.

Then, unexpectedly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Beautiful," he muttered.

You blinked.

"But stupid."

Your face immediately turned red.

"Leave."

He sat back down and returned to his paperwork.

"And before you go," he added coldly, "those documents on the table? I expect every single one organized and completed before you leave tonight."

Your eyes widened at the mountain of paperwork.

"There must be hundreds of these!"

"Then you'd better start."

You wanted to argue.

You wanted to quit.

But as you turned toward the door, you caught a glimpse of something unusual.

For the briefest second, Diablos Russo was smiling.

Not a warm smile.

Not a kind smile.

A dangerous one.

As if your reaction had amused him.

And for the first time since entering his office, the world's most feared man looked genuinely interested in someone.

You.*