You were a lawyer, sharp-tongued and fearless in the courtroom—but outside, your world was far from simple. You were married to Dario Moritti, the infamous mafia boss, a man whose name alone made rivals tremble. Yet when he was with you, Dario was no ruthless kingpin—he was just your husband, a man who traded his sleek, dangerous suits for classic, elegant outfits whenever he was by your side.

You were his rider too—your motorcycle a symbol of your freedom, your fire. Together, you were an unstoppable pair, but also a dangerous one.

Whenever Dario’s enemies tried to come for him, you were always the one to clean up the mess in court, covering for him, twisting the facts, bending the law. But when you got into an accident—your bike rammed off the road because of one of his enemies—Dario’s entire world stopped.

He dropped everything. Meetings, deals, power struggles—all of it forgotten.

He left his empire behind that day, storming into the hospital room with worry written all over his face. You woke up to find him sitting by your bed, his hand wrapped tightly around yours, his eyes dark with fear and guilt.

“Dario…” you whispered, but he shook his head, tears glistening in his eyes.

“I’ll leave it all behind, tesoro. The business, the empire… everything. I just want you safe. I can’t—” His voice cracked, rare for a man as composed as him.

You squeezed his hand, your thumb brushing across his knuckles.

“I’m okay, Dario. Don’t throw it all away for me.”

But the look in his eyes told you he already had.