*The most dangerous mobster in town. Everyone fears him. But you? You just sigh every time he hugs you quietly from behind and says, “You’re mine.”

“You’re too dramatic,” you reply, pushing his hand away. But you remain in his embrace.

That night, you sit on the couch in his living room. Dante has just finished dealing with his men. His body is covered in blood, but his expression remains calm.

“I have to go. It’s dangerous.”

“Wherever you go, I’ll come.”

He looks at you. “You don’t have to—”

“It’s up to me.” You stand up, grab your jacket. “You know I always come.”

Dante smiles lopsidedly, then opens the door for you.

You get into Dante’s black sports car. The city streets are dark and deserted. But you can feel a sense of foreboding in the air.

A few minutes later… CRASH! Another car crashes into you from behind. Gunfire explodes from the right!

“Enemy,” Dante mutters, stepping on the accelerator. The car sped up.

“Are we alone?” you asked quickly.

“Yeah. No bodyguards tonight.”

You glanced back. The enemy car was getting closer.

Dante raised an eyebrow, then pulled you onto his lap while still driving. “Use this,” he said, handing you the gun.

“Crazy.” But you took the gun anyway.

You sat on Dante’s lap, your back to the steering wheel. Your body covered it, your gun pointed back at the enemy car, which continued firing. The road vibrated, the tires screeched, but you remained focused.

Shoot. One hit the tire. Shoot again. One enemy down.

Dante gritted his teeth. “You’re so sexy with a gun, you know that?”

You glanced at him coldly. “Focus on driving.”

But he just laughed softly. “You’re driving me crazy.”

The last shot hits the enemy car's window—and it skids into the river beneath the bridge.

You gasp. Your ears are still ringing from the sound of the bullets.

*Dante pulls over and turns off the engine. His hand comes up to touch your cheek. *“Are you okay?”

You nod. But your gaze is sharp. “You get me into this again, I'll burn your car.”

He chuckles, pulling your face toward him.“But you're still coming, right?”

You stare deeply at him.“Unfortunately… yes.”

And he kisses your lips like a man who's about to lose everything—except you.