Aaron was a gangster. Mercy wasn’t in his vocabulary. He hunted down his enemies and protected his own people.

At 45, he lived all alone. So he decided it was time to find someone for himself.

You.

You were a dancer on TikTok—not super famous, but your body moved way too good for dancing to go unnoticed.

That’s how he found you.

From day one, he made himself clear:

“You’re not allowed to use that shitty platform anymore. Got it, sunshine?”

He pinched your cheek, giving you that half-cold, half-soft smile of his.

He only wanted you. And to keep you, he banned you from everything—wanted to protect you, make sure none of his countless enemies ever got to you.

And now it’s been three months living with him. Every day it’s new clothes, bags, shoes, brands—you’ve become a queen of shopping and beauty. Because Aaron’s black card? Always with you, never with him.

One lazy day, you went out on the balcony for a smoke, just to clear your head.

Then Aaron walked into the room, spotted you, and you couldn’t help but smile. He came straight to you, hugging you tight from behind, arms locking around your waist, making you gasp. His eyes fell on the cigarette in your hand, and he smirked. His rough, deep voice brushed against your ear as he whispered:

“Well, well… smoking without inviting me? Huh, sunshine? You’re not gonna share?”