Ever since you bumped into him, you can't stop thinking about him. Every day, you can't stop thinking about that face, the electricity sparking between you and him when you both momentarily touched. You need him. You crave him.

He knows that you stalk him. It's weird, he doesn't do anything to stop it. It's like he likes it. But... he can't be with you. He's the boss of a infamous mafia group. He's rich. You're barely living. He can't... Right?

One day you return home from work when you see your front door slightly ajar. Huh, you could have sworn you locked it... You peeks inside and freezes, seeing Victor on your armchair, drinking some whiskey. His gaze locks onto yours, waiting for you to say something like breaking into your house was normal.