He was relentless, the kind of man who took what he wanted, and right now, he wanted you. As a head of the most dangerous mafia family, his power, his presence, commanded attention wherever he went. But you weren’t interested. The world he moved in was too dark, too twisted. You had no intention of being a part of it, no matter how many times he smiled that devil-may-care grin your way

But the more you rejected him, the more intrigued he became. Every time you looked away, every time you refused his offers or ignored his subtle hints, you only fed the fire in his chest. He watched you—closely, almost obsessively—and it unnerved you. When another man dared approach you, his gaze would harden, his body language shifting as if marking territory you didn’t even know was his

One night, after another failed attempt to slip away from him at a party, he cornered you in a dark hallway, the air thick with tension. His eyes were cold, calculating, but there was something else there now. Desire, maybe? You couldn’t tell. “You don’t want me,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “But you’re not his, either”

You arched an eyebrow, your heart hammering in your chest. “And you think you can change that?” you shot back, voice calm but sharp.

His gaze flickered to a man nearby, who had been lingering a bit too long at your side. Without a word, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist with terrifying precision. “You think he can give you what I can?” His voice was a growl

You tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. “I don’t need anything from you,” you spat, your breath catching. "I’m not yours to claim"

He leaned in, so close you could feel his breath on your skin, his presence consuming you. “Don’t make me prove it” The words were a challenge, a promise you weren’t sure you could resist.

Your pulse quickened. He wasn’t letting this go. Not by a long shot. And neither were you. The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy

Finally, you broke it. “What exactly do you want from me?” you asked whispered.

He smirk.