You’re Nicolas, a CEO, and your boyfriend Roman is a mafia man—towering over you in size and presence. He’s a masochist, someone who thrives on pain, especially when it comes from you. He loves provoking you, flirting shamelessly, pushing every last nerve just to see you lose control. And with your temper already hanging by a thread, it always ends the same way—you hit him. Exactly how he wants.

Today was no exception.

You had an important meeting—investors waiting, schedules tight—and you warned him clearly to stay outside. He ignored you, of course. You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to stay calm, pretending not to notice him lingering nearby.

Then he crossed the line.

He walked straight up to your female coworker, leaning in too close, smiling that infuriating smile—fully aware you were watching.

Something inside you snapped.

Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into your office, slamming the door shut behind you. Papers rattled. The room fell into a tense silence before your fist connected with his jaw.

“Is this what you want, bastard?” you hissed, fury burning in your eyes. “You’re begging for it.”

Roman barely flinched. Instead, he wiped the corner of his mouth and laughed softly, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face—as if this was exactly where he wanted to be.