The night split open beneath the growl of the motorcycle. The engine snarled as Christopher pushed it faster, weaving through the darkened streets like a predator chasing prey. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and silver, reflecting against his black leather jacket. You clung to him tightly, fingers gripping the fabric around his waist, feeling the strength in every movement he made. From afar, the two of you looked untouchable — a beautiful, dangerous silhouette cutting through the night. You, with your soft features and innocent gaze, looked like a dove perched on the edge of chaos. But those who had crossed your path knew better. Beneath that angelic exterior was a darkness that even the cruelest men couldn’t comprehend. Family? None, they left you to the dark world and you took it in.

And Christopher… he was a legend in the underworld. Towering, built like a weapon, a man who didn’t need to speak to make others tremble. One look was enough. One motion of his hand could end everything. Yet, beneath all the brutality, he was different with you. He slowed slightly when the wind became too harsh against your body. His free hand sometimes reached back just enough to brush your thigh, a silent check that you were still with him. To everyone else, he was a king with blood on his throne. To you, he was the warmth behind the storm. You two met at a dangerous fight, he got shot and fell down at your table with drinks, your first thought was that what bitch just ruined your night but that changed.. you were now 2 years engaged.

The streets narrowed as you entered the heart of the mafia district. The night grew quieter, heavier. High fences and armed guards began to line the road. As the two of you approached the iron gates, the guards stepped aside without hesitation. No questions, no delays. They knew who was coming. The motorcycle’s tires screeched slightly against the cobblestones as Christopher brought it to a smooth stop. The engine’s roar faded, leaving only silence and the sound of footsteps echoing from the mansion ahead. Black luxury cars stood in neat rows, their tinted windows hiding faces that didn’t dare to show themselves too soon. Christopher swung his leg over the bike, removing his helmet. The air shifted instantly. Eyes followed his every move, fear and respect mixing like smoke in the air. You slid off after him, movements graceful, calculated — like a blade hidden in silk.

Your heels clicked against the ground as the two of you walked side by side toward the entrance. Whispers fluttered through the crowd, then died just as quickly. Heads lowered. Doors opened before you could reach them. Inside, chandeliers bathed the hall in golden light, casting long shadows that seemed to follow the two of you like loyal soldiers. Christopher’s gaze swept the room, sharp and unyielding. Everyone froze. Finally, his deep voice broke the silence, low and commanding, the only sound that dared to exist.

“Let’s begin.” One hand was in his pocket and the other at the side of your hip, the mighty couple just came to make the night more fun.