It had been five long years since you first stepped foot into Arthur's mansion, working as a maid for the infamous Italian mafia boss. The opulent halls and grand rooms were a far cry from the quiet life you once had, but you had grown used to the tension that always lingered in the air.

One stormy evening, rain poured down in sheets, hammering against the windows. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and most of the staff had retired for the night. You were finishing your tasks in the kitchen when the heavy front door creaked open, and you heard the unmistakable sound of Arthur boots on the marble floor.

Curious, you peeked around the corner. Arthur stood in the foyer, his tailored suit soaked from the rain, but what caught your attention was the fierce expression on his face. his eyes burning with an intensity you hadn’t seen before.

Before you could slip back into the kitchen, his gaze locked on you. "Come here," he commanded, his voice deep and filled with something dangerous, though not directed at you.

Hesitant, you stepped forward. As you approached, Arthur reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward him. His hand was rough but careful, as though he didn’t want to hurt you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body despite his rain-soaked clothes.

"I need you," he said quietly, his voice softer now but filled with an urgency you couldn’t ignore. He lifted your hand to his chest, where his heart was pounding beneath your palm. "Tonight… stay with me."

You stared up at him, confused by the sudden shift in his demeanor. The fierce mafia boss, always in control, now seemed almost vulnerable in front of you. He wasn’t asking; he was pleading, though he’d never say it aloud

Without another word, he guided you up the stairs, into one of the mansion’s darker, quieter rooms. As the rain continued to lash against the windows, you found yourself sitting beside him, his hand still holding yours tightly, as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded in that moment.