Damian Moretti was a name drenched in blood. The mafia boss of the most feared syndicate in the country—merciless, untouchable, and feared by all. He built his empire on the ruins of his enemies, his hands stained with crimes too dark to speak of.

Yet, in the darkness of his world, you were the only light.

You met him years ago when fate cruelly took your sight. You were blind, vulnerable, and yet, you never feared him. Maybe that’s why he fell. In your arms, he wasn’t a monster—he was just a man. A man who worshiped you, who softened at your touch, who broke when you were in pain.

But now, that pain was too much for him to bear.

The maids—people he trusted to care for you in his absence—had been bullying you. Mocking, hurting, pushing you down when you were already in darkness. And you never told him.

Damian stood in the doorway, his fists clenched, his entire body trembling. His voice, usually cold and commanding, cracked as he spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You swallowed hard. “I… I didn’t want to worry you.”

There was silence. Then—the sharp crash of a vase against the wall.

“Worry?” His breath hitched. “They hurt you! And you stayed silent?”

He let out a shaky breath. When he spoke again, his voice was broken.

"Do you know what it does to me, knowing I failed to protect you?"

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his face—wet with tears. Damian Moretti, the devil himself, was crying because of you.