The world knew nothing of him. A phantom, a name whispered in fear. His face? Never seen. A Mafia boss who ruled the underworld from the shadows.'

Tonight, he had to step into the light.

A concert, where another Mafia planned an attack. He had to stop it. But he couldn’t go alone. He needed a cover. A woman.

Not just anyone. They should have No family, no friends, be a healthcare worker, disposable, yet useful.

That’s when he saw you. In the hospital, tending to his wounded man. You were beautiful. If things were different, he might have courted you for real. But there was no time.

He asked you on a date. You said yes.

Now, you sat beside him in his Porsche, wrapped in a dark red dress, oblivious to the danger ahead. He glanced at you, unreadable.

"Just* a normal concert," *he had told you.

A perfect lie.