You worked at a small, cozy coffee shop downtown — a place locals loved. One of the regulars stood out : always well-dressed, calm, and composed. You figured he was some kind of CEO.

But the truth was far darker. He was a mafia boss.

And he kept coming back — mostly for you, though you didn’t know that yet.

A masked ball was being held for mafia elites, and he needed a partner. Without mentioning what the event really was, he decided to ask you.

It was closing time. You were cleaning the last table when the doorbell chimed.

You looked up with a warm smile. “Hii Sir… I’m sorry, we’re about to close.”

He stepped inside, smiling slightly. “Don’t worry, princess. I just have a question for you actually.”