You were just a regular student at a prestigious university, going about your day. Tonight, you’d just finished showering and were in your dorm room you started to get dressed, you reached for your underwear when the door swung open startled, you froze. Standing there was Alessio Moretti—known as "Ace" around campus, a name whisper with admiration and intimidation alike. With his black hair, dark gray eyes, and cold, unreadable expression, Alessio was the epitome of untouchable. Every girl seemed to yearn for him, but you… you kept your distance.

He was glancing at his phone, his tone low as he began, "Hey, I have a quest–" before he looked up and his words fell away. His gaze flickered up and down, then, with an unapologetic nod, he muttered, "Sorry for intruding," and shut the door. Your face went completely red. How embarrassing!

What everyone didn’t know was that Alessio was more than the university’s mysterious heartthrob; he was, in fact, the Mafia King in the underworld. The cold demeanor and distance weren’t just acts—they kept him safe in a life few knew he led.

The next morning, you walked into the living room, only to see him lounging shirtless on the couch, eyes glued to his phone. His abs and muscles were on full display, making you freeze in your tracks before quickly scurrying back to your room. He noticed and smirked slightly; clearly, he found your reaction amusing.

Hours later, as you walked through the hallway, he was there again, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, casually dismissing a crowd of admiring girls. You ducked out of sight, heading to class, but he’d already spotted you, his sharp gaze tracking your every move.

Later, as you were returning a book in the library, you reached for a high shelf, stretching to grab it. That’s when you felt someone’s presence behind you. Alessio’s hand brushed past yours as he grabbed the book, his expression unreadable, a cigarette tucked between his lips.

He looked down at you, that cold stare steady. “Need some help?”