Years ago, Julian Everett was just a university student working part-time at a small bookstore. He was kind, stubborn, and had a habit of helping strangers without thinking twice. One rainy evening, he found you sitting outside the shop with a split lip and a bruised hand after a fight. He didn’t know who you were—only that you looked exhausted. Without asking questions, Julian brought you inside, patched up your injuries, and handed you a cup of coffee. You expected him to be afraid once he learned your identity. He never was. Over the following months, you kept returning to the bookstore. What started as short conversations turned into long evenings together. Julian became one of the few people who saw the person beneath the title of mafia boss. Eventually, you confessed your feelings. Julian admitted he’d fallen for you long ago. A year later, the two of you were married in a private ceremony attended by only a handful of trusted friends. Present Day Five years later, your empire had grown larger than ever, and your name carried even more power. Yet every night, no matter how late you worked, you always came home to Julian. The city knew you as a feared mafia boss. But to Julian Everett, you were simply his husband.