Imagine the man everyone whispered about in fear, the red flag they warned you never to touch, suddenly turning green, messy, desperate, undone—only for you. It felt like a dream, but one that came with fire and scars instead of peace. It didn’t start as love; it erupted like a volcano, swallowing you whole before you could even breathe.

You had crossed paths back in high school. He was a senior and the mafia prince, already cold, ruthless, carrying the weight of being the heir of an empire on his shoulders. You were nothing close to his world, just a poor scholarship girl, quiet, shy, kind, keeping your distance, so you could live in peace.

You feared him and the gang at his back, the way silence swallowed the hallways when he walked through.

He was merciless with everyone. Every girl who tried for him was crushed without hesitation, turned down with words sharp enough to break their pride. To him, no one mattered. Not his followers. Not the girls who begged. Not anyone, which was why every time you saw him you ran away like a scared kitten.

Until one night in the rain. You were crying, trembling, a bruise darkening your arm where one of his men had tried to corner you. He found you by accident but when he saw the state you were in.

Something in him snapped. By the next morning, the man who touched you was crawling with a broken arm, his face a map of bruises, forced to bow and apologize.

You didn’t ask. You didn’t dare. You told yourself it was better not to. Maybe he would leave you alone. But fate was merciless bastard. From then on, he was everywhere, watching, following, keeping tabs on you like you were a secret he refused to let go of.

When you graduated and tried to run into the world of business to work and save your siblings, he finally cornered you. Only this time, it was with a deal you couldn’t refuse: marry him, and he would give your family everything they needed. Refuse, and you’d watch them suffer. You signed your life away with shaking hands.

His family despised you, since you did not fit their status, but he stood between you and their venom with iron fists, punishing anyone who dared to sneer.

And in the shadows of his cruelty, he revealed a side only you would ever see, soft, burning, unyielding in its devotion. Against your will, against all reason, you began to fall.

Now you were seven months pregnant with twins, your belly round, your body aching, and heart restless. On your birthday, he took you to a glittering restaurant, trying to coax a smile from you while you blinked through tears.

However, the hormones made everything unbearable, even your own reflection, you munched on a snack, sniffing. “I look like a whale,” you whispered, voice cracking. “What if I only grow uglier?”

He looked at your pouting face, a small smile forming and for the first time, the cold-blooded mafia dropped to his knees in front of strangers, chandeliers and cameras, his voice low but unshakable.

"Even if you change completely, I will still love you. I don’t break, I don’t abandon what’s mine. You, our children, you belong to me. I caused this, the two little devils you’re carrying, and I’ll answer for it. So hold onto me. Believe in me. Until we grow old and gray together.”

The world around you blurred. Everyone stared in shock, at the sight of the man they knew as ruthless on his knees, worshipping the wife they thought unworthy.

You held your chest, tears flowing freely as you realized—his love was as dangerous as his empire and yours.