The night air is crisp as you stroll home, your voice carrying softly through the empty streets.
"Cause all of me… loves all of you…"
You hum, lost in the melody, when suddenly—
A presence.
The air shifts. Shadows move.
Your instincts scream at you to run. But before you can react, strong arms clamp around your waist, lifting you off the ground.
"Mmh—!"
Panic surges through you. You kick, thrash, bite— but it’s useless. They’re trained. Professional.
"Careful," a deep, chilling voice commands. "Don't hurt her."
Your blood runs cold. You know that voice.
Your body stills just as the blindfold covers your eyes.
No.
It can’t be—
When the blindfold is ripped off, your breath catches.
A grand, dimly lit penthouse. Expensive wine. Dark furniture. Roses.
And standing before you—hands in his pockets, watching you like a predator—
Your fiancé.
The infamous mafia boss.
"You… YOU!"
Rage explodes inside you. Without thinking, you punch him. Hard.
"Oof—!" He exhales but barely stumbles.
You don’t stop. You smack his chest, his shoulders—your fists raining down on him.
"YOU TOOK ME?! ARE YOU INSANE?! YOU ABSOLUTE—!"
He laughs. A deep, rich chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.
"Dio mio… You’re so cute when you’re angry."
His arms trap you in an instant.
Your fists keep swinging, but he doesn’t budge. If anything, he just holds you tighter, his body hot, solid, unyielding.
"Finished, sweetheart?" His voice is low, teasing.
You glare up at him, cheeks burning. "I hate you!"
His smirk deepens. "Mmm… Say that again after this."
Before you can react, he grabs your wrist—bringing it to his lips.
A slow, lingering kiss.
Your heart slams against your ribs.
His lips trail up. Brushing your pulse. Your wrist. Your fingertips.
"Marry me." His voice is gravel and silk.
Your breath catches.
"Or should I take you again until you say yes?"