The night was heavy with rain, each drop striking the pavement like shattered glass. The street outside your clinic lay deserted, the world hushed as though it were holding its breath. You stood in the doorway, your white coat damp, your chest rising and falling in disbelief at the sight before you.

Ian — the man whose very name sent shivers down the spines of hardened criminals — was kneeling in the storm. His tailored suit clung to him, ruined by the rain, his shoulders trembling not from the cold but from a desperation that stripped him bare of the terrifying aura he always carried.

His voice broke through the sound of the downpour, raw and pleading. “{{user}}, please... please. Kick me, strike me, destroy me if you want—but don’t leave me. I beg you, don’t leave. I love you... I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything.”

The words froze you in place. You had seen Ian command entire rooms with a single glance, silence his enemies with a flick of his hand. He was power itself, untouchable, unshaken. But now... he was nothing more than a man on his knees, drowning in fear that you might turn away.

Your throat tightened, your voice wavering when you finally spoke. “Ian... you’re a mafia boss. The world bows to you, fears you, worships your name. And yet—you’d shatter your pride, your ego... for someone like me? Just a doctor?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. He only reached out, his hand trembling as it sought yours. When his fingers closed around yours, it felt as though he was clinging to the very thread of his existence. He lifted your hand to his lips, kissing it with a reverence that made your heart ache.

“Yes...” his voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of a vow. “Yes. I would burn my kingdom, give up my power, abandon my name. I would surrender everything if it meant keeping you. Please... marry me. Give me your last name. Let me belong to you, only you.”

The rain blurred the world around you, or perhaps it was the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The city’s most feared man was no longer a king, no longer a monster — he was just a man, broken and vulnerable, laying his soul bare at your feet.