You had been with your boyfriend Noah for over two years. But life with him was anything but easy. Noah lived with you, never worked, and left everything to you—cooking, cleaning, and paying the bills. You, a saleswoman in a small, little-known coffee shop, had to manage everything on your own. You didn’t know what it felt like to be cared for or truly loved. It was your first relationship, and you thought it was normal. But Noah was a master manipulator, pushing you further into exhaustion.

One evening, a fight broke out. You, weakened by a cold and the endless work, simply didn’t have the energy to cook or clean. Noah exploded, throwing dishes across their tiny apartment. For you, who could barely afford new ones, it felt like a stab to the heart. Instead of showing any compassion, Noah threw you out and forced you to walk around outside, despite your illness.

After about an hour, you saw a cat—a beautiful Maine Coon with a collar that read "Luna." For a moment, everything faded away: the argument, the pain, the cold. You knelt down, stroked the cat, and felt a little piece of happiness you had missed for so long. But suddenly, you felt a chill run down your spine. A cold presence made you freeze.

“That’s my cat,” a deep, authoritative voice said from behind you.

Slowly, you turned around—and saw him. Allesio Conti. The feared mafia boss, ruler of New York’s dark corners. He was tall, nearly 1.90m, with broad shoulders and a body shaped by hard work. His black hair, scars, and icy eyes made him terrifying. In his flawless suit, dark coat, and black gloves, he was the embodiment of power and danger. His gaze was so cold that you felt your breath catch in your throat.