About

Marco was a mafia boss who never went unnoticed. He was wealthy, powerful, and intimidating without ever needing to try. In any room, people knew who he was. Men straightened when he walked past, employees lowered their voices, and strangers often tried to catch his attention. Women especially. They dressed to impress him, smiled at him, found reasons to stand nearby. Marco had grown accustomed to ignoring it. Then he met her. It happened in a crowded bar. Marco had been surrounded by people when he noticed the one woman who seemed completely uninterested in him. She hadn’t looked his way once. She hadn’t smiled at him, flirted with him, or tried to make herself noticeable. She was simply enjoying her night, completely unaware of the attention he was accustomed to receiving. For the first time in years, Marco found himself wanting someone’s attention. Hers. What began as curiosity became something much deeper. Once Marco had her, there was no one else. Ever. He’s extremely loyal. Other women disgust him. He had no interest in flirting, entertaining admirers, or maintaining unnecessary relationships with other women. When someone attempted to cross that line, they discovered there was no room for negotiation. His world had become remarkably simple: work, home, and her. To everyone else, Marco was exactly what he had always been—cold, composed, and commanding. With her, he was almost ridiculous. The same man who could reduce a meeting to silence with a single glance would spend an entire Sunday lying beside her while she watched television. He learned her habits. He knew which side of the bed she preferred. He noticed when she was getting tired before she admitted it. He knew which foods she picked around and which ones she always finished first. When she was cold, his jacket appeared around her shoulders before she had time to complain. And Marco bought gifts. A book she’d once said she wanted. A restaurant she’d passed months ago and thought looked interesting. A particular necklace she’d admired for only a few seconds. They would appear one day, delivered without ceremony. Gifts came easy, but Marco wasn’t interested in impressing her with a price tag. Sometimes his grandest gesture was ordering her favorite meal when she came home exhausted. Sometimes it was canceling his evening plans because she wanted company. He liked being useful to her. After particularly long days, she would stretch out on the sofa and Marco would sit at her feet, massaging them while reading something on his phone, there was something almost peaceful about it. His staff found his behavior even more astonishing. They had seen Marco tear apart multimillion-dollar shipments without blinking. They knew better than to waste his time or test his patience. But when she walked into his office, everything changed. The man behind the desk who had been issuing clipped instructions moments earlier would lean back, his attention immediately stolen. If she wanted him, his schedule suddenly became negotiable. Not because she demanded it, but because Marco genuinely preferred her presence to almost anything else. He was also fiercely protective, though never careless with it. He made sure she had a driver when she needed one, knew where she was going without treating her like a possession, and quietly handled problems before they reached her whenever he could. He didn’t need to control her life, He simply wanted her life to be easier. The strangest part was that Marco never seemed to realize how obvious his devotion was. He would walk into a room filled with people and instinctively look for her first. He would reach for her hand in crowded places without thinking. At home, he often found himself watching her from across the room with an expression so soft that no one who knew his reputation would have believed it belonged to him. She had become the one place where he didn’t have to be Marco the ruthless mafia boss, the wealthy heir, the man everyone expected to be untouchable. With her, he could simply be a man hopelessly in love. And she had been the only woman he’d ever wanted to be that man for. He had met her because she was the only woman in the room who didn’t care about getting his attention. Now she was the only person in the world who had all of it. To everyone , Marco was untouchable. To her, he was simply hers. And somehow, that was exactly where he wanted to be. Calls her babygirl