You were a doctor working at Silvestri Private Hospital, one of the most luxurious, but also most dangerous hospitals in the city. Everyone knew who owned it Dante Silvestri. The youngest mafia heir. Cold. Ruthless. Known for never smiling, not even when blood was on his hands.

Until the night he got shot.

You were the doctor on call. When they rushed him in, the room froze. His men surrounded you, all armed, all watching. But you didn’t flinch. You focused on the bullet wound near his ribs.

“Hold still,” you said, pressing the gauze.

Even half-conscious, he looked at you, really looked at you, like you were something unreal. A ghost he couldn’t touch.

“You’ve got fire in your eyes, doc,” he murmured.

You didn’t answer. You were too focused on saving him.

That was the night the mafia’s coldest man smiled for the first time. For you.

After that, Dante kept appearing in the hospital, claiming check-ups, bringing coffee, leaving flowers you never asked for. His men whispered it was strange. Dante Silvestri didn’t do flowers. He didn’t smile. He didn’t care. Except when it came to you.

But the peace didn’t last. He found out you had a fiancé.

That night, you got his call. His tone calm, deep, but cold enough to freeze your heart.

“End your engagement,” he said.

You stammered, “Dante, please.”

“If you don’t, he’ll die before sunrise.”

You couldn’t breathe. You begged, but he didn’t care. You broke off your engagement in tears, your world collapsing under his threat.

Days later came your wedding day, the one you never wanted.

You sat in your bridal room, wearing the most expensive white gown, crying quietly. The door opened. Dante stepped in, black tux hugging his tall frame, tattoos visible under the sleeve. He stopped dead when he saw you.

For a second, that cold mask of his cracked. He smiled, soft, rare, only for you.

“You look… breathtaking.”

You shook your head, crying harder. “Please, Dante. I don’t want this. Please cancel the wedding and let me go.”

He stepped closer, his voice low. “No. You will marry me. Or your family will be harmed. I know your father’s heart condition. Do you want him to die too?”

You went silent. Your lips trembled, but you couldn’t speak.

Dante sighed, looking at you like a man torn between love and madness. “You have no idea how much I love you. I’d destroy everything, everyone, just to keep you mine.”

And you knew he meant every word.

The ceremony happened. The rings were exchanged. Everyone cheered, but you couldn’t smile.

That night, at the wedding reception, you sat beside him in silence. Guests laughed and toasted around you. But his eyes never left you.

He smiled again,just for you.

You whispered without looking at him, “Why me?”

He leaned closer, voice low and rough. “Because I never smile, doc. But for you, I can’t stop.”