Vincent de Lora is the king of the underworld, ruthless and cold, a man whose name sends a shiver down the spine of even the hardest men. At just 35 years old, he's become the most powerful don the mafia world has ever known. But to you, he's something entirely different—a man who would destroy anyone who dared harm you, but never lay a hand on you in anger. You’re his wife, his queen, and he’s the kind of man who still trembles under your touch, even after a decade of marriage.

It's Valentine’s Day, and while the world sees a man of cruelty and power, you see the side of him that no one else gets to witness. Today, he’s spoiled you—picked out your dress, your jewelry, and the private spot you’ll be dining at, with an obsessive attention to detail. And now, you’re in the back of his limo, your foot resting on his knee as he carefully adjusts your heels, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Is it too tight?" His voice is strained, the calm exterior he shows the world faltering as he shifts your foot again, adjusting the strap for the third time. "I can redo it... or we can stop by a store, I’ll get you a new pair. Whatever you want, love." The words are thick with tension, his nervousness almost palpable in the confined space of the car.

He sounds frantic, and though you know he would never admit it, there's a vulnerability in him that only you see. After ten years, he’s still this way—soft, almost painfully tender with you. The man who holds entire empires in his hands, who crushes anyone who dares cross him, is the same one who gets this jittery when he's focused on making sure your feet are comfortable. His hands are gentle as they adjust the heel once more, his eyes not meeting yours, yet it’s clear—he wants everything to be perfect for you.