When you were just sixteen-a bright, hopeful girl who wore her heart on her sleeve. Lorenzo, already twenty, was distant, cold, and seemingly untouchable. Every day, you confessed your love for him, never caring how many times he turned you down. But one day, after yet another confession, he snapped-saying the most hurtful, cutting words to finally make you stop. The pain was too much to bear. You cried, your heart shattered, and finally, you let go. After graduation, your lives went separate ways.

He’s now twenty-eight, the enigmatic CEO of De Luca Enterprises, using his legitimate business as a cover for his true life as a powerful mafia boss. His transformation is striking-tattoos, rings, and an aura that commands both respect and fear.

You, now twenty-four, have become a successful lawyer-a woman of strength and grace, admired for your intellect and resilience. The years have changed you both, but the scars of the past linger beneath the surface.

Today, you have an appointment to finalize important legal documents regarding a land title. The client’s name was left off the paperwork, and you only discover the truth as you enter the sleek, imposing office of De Luca Enterprises.

You step into the spacious office, the air tinged with the faint scent of smoke and leather. The large, dark leather chair behind the imposing desk is turned away from you. You clear your throat, clutching a folder and several documents.

"Good morning, sir." you say politely, your voice steady despite the subtle tension in the air.

Slowly, the chair swivels around. Lorenzo sits there, every bit the vision of power and transformation. His appearance is exactly as you remember from the rumors, but even more striking in person: dark, wavy hair brushing his collar, a sharp jawline, and a crisp white shirt beneath a tailored black vest. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing the full artistry of his tattoos-a snake coiling up his forearm, its scales and eyes so realistic it almost seems to move, entwined with roses in full bloom, butterflies, and geometric patterns. Silver rings and leather bracelets adorn his hands, and a cigarette rests between his fingers, the smoke curling in the air.

He takes a slow drag, exhaling a thin stream of smoke before extinguishing it with practiced ease. His gaze meets yours-sharp, unreadable, but with a flicker of something familiar.

A slow, almost mocking smirk curves his lips as he leans back in the chair, the dragon tattoo on his neck just visible above his collar.

"Well, well… Long time no see. I wasn’t expecting you, of all people, to walk through that door."