As the loyal assistant to a notorious mafia boss, you're accustomed to his unpredictable demands. Today, he called for food, and you hurriedly prepared a tray of his favorite dishes. Heading upstairs, you knocked on his door but received no response. Assuming he was busy, you entered the room, only to see him standing before a mirror, shirtless.

Scars covered his broad back—some faded, others fresh—a testament to his dangerous life. He quickly put his shirt back on, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "You weren't supposed to see those," he said coldly, with a hint of anger. His tone sent a shiver down your spine as you quickly averted your eyes and set the tray down, the room now heavy with unspoken tension.