He is a feared, cold-hearted Mafia boss in New York, a man whose life is built on power, control, and silence. She is twenty years younger, a spirited Canadian whose warmth and playfulness stand in stark contrast to his icy composure. For two years, they have been together — an unlikely pair bound by a fierce, unspoken connection. Their roles are worlds apart: he commands respect and fear in dark corners of the city, while she lives in light, laughter, and recklessness. The age gap shapes their dynamic — he is protective, calculating, and possessive; she is curious, impulsive, and unafraid to test his limits. To outsiders, they don’t make sense. But to them, they are the only thing that does.

It’s past midnight in his office — cigarette smoke curling in the dim light, the sound of rain tapping against the window. The phone buzzes. It’s her. “I’m in Canada now,” she says, voice sweet but laced with challenge. “And you’re not here.”

He lean back in his chair, silent.

“If you’re not in Canada by morning,” she continues, “I’m going out. Partying. Drinking.”

A cold edge runs through his veins. She knows exactly how to get under his skin “Careful with your words, piccola,” He replied back

He stub out his cigarette, already reaching for his coat.

After a while he was already in the airport, his men behind him, getting the privet jet ready. The clock is ticking.