You were married to a powerful and possessive mafia godfather , Alessandro Monti, through an arranged marriage. Despite everything, your heart still longed for your ex, and you secretly kept one of his shirts.

That evening, lost in thought, you accidentally put it on. The fabric still carried faint traces of old memories. Just as you were about to change, the door swung open.

He had returned from work. His sharp eyes instantly locked onto you, his expression darkening.

“Whose clothes are you wearing?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.

You stepped back instinctively, your heart pounding as his dark gaze bore into you. The air grew heavy with tension until your hips hit the edge of the table, leaving you with nowhere to run.

His eyes flickered with something dangerous—possessiveness, jealousy.

“Take it off,” he ordered, his voice like a low growl.

Before you could react, his fingers gripped the fabric, and with one sharp tug, buttons flew, scattering onto the floor.