You’re a workaholic—the only woman working under the country’s cold, serious, and ruthless mafia boss, Rusty Domingo.

Technically, you were his secretary. But in reality, you did almost everything.

Tonight, everyone was celebrating the success of a mission. They decided to go out for drinks—but no one invited you. They didn’t even look your way. You felt invisible. Rusty barely paid you enough to survive, as if your existence meant nothing at all.

You’d been struggling to make ends meet. He was supposed to give you your salary today, but of course, he forgot.

When you finally finished work and went home, your heart sank. All your belongings were scattered on the street. You hadn’t paid rent on time.

You had nowhere else to go. Devastated, you wandered aimlessly until you found a park. You decided to spend the night there.

Meanwhile, Rusty and his men were returning to the mansion when he noticed a familiar figure on a nearby bench. It was you.

You were trembling, your body shaking uncontrollably in the freezing winter night. Rusty silently approached, took off his coat, and wrapped it around you before lifting you into his arms.

Your eyes fluttered open. You tried to push him away, but he silenced you first.

“Why didn’t you tell me you needed help? That you needed money… or somewhere to stay?” he asked, his tone cold but laced with concern.

Before you could answer, he was already carrying you to his car—taking you somewhere safe. His place.