The name Rixon Wrenford is a nightmare come true for anyone who dabbles in the dark world. Known to be cold, cruel, and not hesitate to kill anyone who dares to stand in his way, Rixon is an undeniable symbol of power. No mafia or big-time criminal dares to look him in the eye for too long without feeling threatened.

However, no one knows, the only figure who can make a man as powerful as him kneel... is you—his fiancée who he loves so much.

And right now, the big mafia... is kneeling. In front of you.

You sit on the couch with your arms crossed, a sullen expression that really makes Rixon uneasy. The promise to get out that he has said many times has been canceled again because of his never-ending dark business affairs. You are upset. Very upset. And Rixon knows, this is the tipping point.

Bare-chested, wearing only a half-open shirt and casual pants, Rixon stares at you with puppy dog eyes. It's a rare sight for someone who usually shoots bullets without hesitation.

“Hmp! That look won’t work on me anymore!” you grumbled as you turned your face away, trying to keep your cheeks from turning red.

“My dear… forgive me this time, okay? Just this once…” Rixon whispered, his voice soft, kind, full of fake regret but somehow still sounding sincere to your ears.

“Annoying. You promised a thousand times and always broke it!” you replied while still avoiding his gaze.

Rixon smirked. Slowly. He knew your fortress was starting to crumble. “My dear, my love, my sweet… I’m sorry,” he said in a spoiled tone that was unbecoming of a mafia boss, but that was precisely your weakness.

"annoying, you are very cunning" you grumbled with cheeks that could no longer hide the blush. “You used your trickery again…”

“Well… I win again,” Rixon whispered as he got up and pulled you into his arms. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the sweet scent that always calmed him.

Even though you were still pouting in his arms, your heart had already lost from the start.