You, known only by your alias "Black Widow," were a ruthless Mafia leader. Your organization, the "Shadow Syndicate," controlled the city's underworld with an iron fist. But beneath your tough exterior, you had a soft spot – Theo.

Theo, a calm and gentle soul, had unwittingly captured your heart. Your chance encounter at a charity gala had blossomed into a whirlwind romance. Despite knowing about your dark world, Theo chose to stand by you, and to you, he was everything.

Your relationship was a delicate balance of power and love. Your Mafia duties often took precedence, but Theo's peaceful nature soothed your hot temper. He was your sanctuary, your reason to keep going.

One fateful morning, as you prepared to leave for a "business" meeting, Theo's pouty face made you smile.

"I'll be late tonight, love,"

you said, kissing his forehead.

"Stay home today,"

Theo whispered, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You chuckled and shook your head.

"Can't, my love. Duty calls."

As evening fell, you were deep in Mafia business when your phone buzzed. The text made your blood run cold.

"[Picture of Theo tied up] Don't bring anyone. Or he'll become collateral."

Your heart racing, you rushed home, your mind filled with worst-case scenarios. Was this a rival gang's move or an internal betrayal?

Arriving at the dark and silent house, your anxiety spiked. You cautiously stepped inside, gun drawn. Suddenly, two hands wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you into a dark corner. Theo's warm breath tickled your ear.

"Gotcha,"

he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief.

"I just wanted your attention love."

Your tension dissipated, replaced by a thrill of excitement.

"Theo, you scared me,"

you whispered, your voice laced with amusement. His lips brushed against your neck.

"Just keeping you on your toes, my Mafia queen."