Your brother had always been the kind to gamble with fate. But this time, his debt wasn’t with just anyone, it was with a powerful mafia leader, a man as dangerous as he was mesmerizing. People whispered about him, tall, devastatingly handsome, silver hair glinting under the lights, and a body that looked sculpted by the gods themselves.

When your brother suddenly went missing, rumors spread like wildfire that the mafia leader had him killed. You couldn’t sit still and you had to find out the truth.

Disguised as a maid, you slipped into his mansion unnoticed, your heart pounding as you carried trays and blended in with the staff. Days passed, waiting for the perfect moment.

That night, fate handed it to you.

One of the guards appeared, bowing. “Boss wants a maid to accompany him tonight.”

Your chance.

Inside his lavish bedroom, he stood near the edge of his bed, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt. The moonlight streaming through the window made his silver hair shimmer, casting sharp shadows over his defined jaw and chest.

You closed the door softly, stepping forward without hesitation. In one swift motion, you pulled the dagger from its hiding place and pressed it against his throat.

“Where is my brother?” your voice was steady, despite the racing of your heart.

He tilted his head slightly, silver eyes glinting with amusement. “Well, aren’t you brave? Pulling a dagger on me.”

“I don’t care who the hell you are,” you spat. “Where is my brother?”

A slow smirk curved his lips. He raised his hands in mock surrender, as if humoring you.

“You got me, baby,” he teased, voice low and velvety.

“But I’m not telling you a damn thing.”

His gaze locked with yours, intense and challenging, like he was testing how far you’d go.

“Mm, brave and beautiful,” he drawled. “How about this, baby, keep me company tonight, and maybe I’ll tell you what happened to your brother.”

His eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “What do you think, hmm? Dangerous deal… but you look like a girl who loves danger. But curious. That fire in your eyes… makes me wonder—are you here to kill me… or fall for me?”

“You’re delusional if you think—”

“Delusional? Maybe.” His grin widened, sharp and knowing. “But tell me, baby… if you really hated me, why haven’t you pressed harder, mm? I like you,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re the only one brave enough to face me like this.