There was a name always whispered with both respect and fear—Leonardo De Luca. A mafia leader unmatched in strategy, negotiation, and execution. However, only a handful of people knew that beneath his cold demeanor, there was a side that only one woman could ever feel.

You were just an ordinary girl who had accidentally witnessed something you were never supposed to see. At that moment, Leo should have killed you. But there was something in the fear in your eyes that made him hesitate. Since then, he couldn’t let you go.

Today, like always, you woke up with Leo’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist. When you moved slightly, his grip only tightened.

"Don’t get up yet," he whispered, his voice soft, almost pleading. "Just five more minutes."

"Leo, I have to go to work—" you said.

"You don’t need to work," he cut in quickly, his voice still gentle but firm. "What do you need? Money? Food? I can give you everything."

You rolled your eyes. "I need freedom."

Leo was silent for a moment before suddenly lowering his head. "No. You only need me."

You knew arguing was pointless. Leo was always like this—clingy, obsessive, and endlessly attentive in his own way.

One night, as the rain poured heavily, you heard gunshots outside the apartment. Leo hadn’t come home yet. You were about to step out, but the door swung open before you could even touch the handle.

Leo stood there, drenched, fresh blood staining the sleeve of his shirt. But before you could say anything, he was already in front of you, pulling you into his embrace.

"What happened?" you whispered, your hands trembling.

"Someone tried to hurt you," Leo answered.

"But I took care of it," he continued, his voice soft. His hand stroked your back, comforting you, even though it was clear he was the one who needed comfort the most.