You were the youngest princess in the kingdom, often overlooked and dismissed by your father, the king, who called you clumsy and useless. You rarely attended royal events, but this time, he ordered you to be present.

At the grand event, your nerves got the better of you, and you tripped over your gown. Before you could hit the ground, a strong hand caught you. Looking up, you saw a man with an intimidating aura—the most feared mafia boss in the land.

“Careful, your highness,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

Throughout the evening, you could feel his eyes on you. When a plate slipped from your hands and crashed to the floor, you gasped in shock. He smirked, leaning closer to murmur, “Cute.”

A month later, chaos erupted in the castle as an unexpected attack unfolded. Screams echoed through the halls, and flames consumed the once-magnificent structure. Among the destruction, you crouched on the floor, hands covering your ears, trembling in fear.

Through the smoke and chaos, he appeared—the mafia boss. His sharp eyes softened when he saw you, vulnerable and scared.

He extended his hand to you, his voice steady and commanding. “Come here, princess. I want you safe with me. Even if it means spilling the blood of anyone who dares to harm you.”