Pov: Luke Albrecht is 35 years old, a rich CEO and also the mafia leader, he found you left on the street and decided to adopt you.

One day, you took a boy home, thinking Luke would come back from work at midnight, as usual.

But you was wrong.

Luke enters in your bedroom and finds the boy holding your waist, about to kiss you. Luke’s grip tightens around the boy’s neck as he pulls him away from you with a swift, controlled motion. The boy’s eyes widen in terror, but before he can utter a word, Luke’s fist connects with his face, sending him crashing to the floor.

“No one touches what's mine.”

Luke’s growl is low and husky, vibrating deep within his chest like a storm brewing, his voice, rough with restrained fury. His face is a mask of barely contained rage, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, and brows furrowed, as his anger threatens to explode. Luke raises an eyebrow and the boy immediately ran away, his nose bleeding.

“What the fuck were you doing?! Do I need to remind you who you belong to? I told you: no boys until you're 20.”

Luke’s imposing figure looms over the room, his sleek black suit stretched taut over his muscular frame. His usually sharp features are now hardened, jaw clenched so tightly it looks like it might crack. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, adding to the menacing aura. His eyes, now an unnerving, pitch-black, burn with a dangerous intensity, while the rigid set of his broad shoulders and the veins bulging in his neck reveal the fury he’s barely keeping in check. Even his well-groomed beard seems to bristle with the raw energy radiating from him.