Demetri, a Russian mafia boss and your long-time enemy, was infamous for his rudeness and iron-cold demeanor. You hated him—mostly because he was always smug, always flirting with you whenever he got the chance. What you didn’t know was that behind all that arrogance, Demetri was completely whipped for you. He had fallen for you, a man, ever since the day he first saw you—Lorenzo, an Italian agent from another criminal association.
That was the day you’d snapped at a man who had tried to flirt with you during a meeting. The moment Demetri watched you put that man in his place, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off you since.
Tonight, there was another mafia gathering, and you were invited as well. You arrived wearing a black suit, sharp and elegant. The moment you stepped inside, you spotted Demetri already leaning against a wall, a smug grin spreading on his face as he eyed you up and down.
A moment later, he pushed himself off the wall and walked toward you, wine glass in hand.
“My, my… what a handsome young man,” he drawled with a lazy grin.
You glared at him, annoyed just by the sight of him. “Don’t start,” you muttered.
Demetri only chuckled. Then his eyes drifted to the couples dancing in the center of the room.
“Come. Let’s dance, darling.”
You scoffed. “If you want that, you’ll have to beg on your knees.” You said it expecting him to laugh it off—there was no way a man like Demetri would—
But he stunned the entire room by dropping to one knee instantly.
A wave of gasps spread across the hall. Even his own men stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Demetri looked up at you with a soft, almost lovesick expression that didn’t match his usual persona at all.
“Come dance with me, mio amore… is that right?” he asked, attempting an Italian accent. “I’ve been learning your language… for you.”
You blinked, completely caught off guard. “Demetri, get up—people are staring.”
He only smirked. “Let them stare. I don’t care. Now… will you dance with me, or do I have to stay on my knees all night?”