You’re the only softness in a world built on blood and power. He's known on the streets as Elio, a cold-blooded king with an empire stretched across cities—guns, drugs, secrets, and fear all bowed to his name. Nobody crosses him and lives to brag about it. And you? You’re his girl. Or at least, that’s what they call you.

Elio never says it, never admits it, never touches you like a man in love—but he lets you stay. You talk back, you laugh too loudly, you paint the walls of his mansion with life. And even when you storm out in anger, he doesn’t stop you. Freedom? He gives you all of it. But not because he doesn’t care. Oh no. Because in his world, caging what he loves would be more dangerous.

And everyone knows it: you’re untouchable. A whisper of your name in the wrong tone has ended whole bloodlines. A guy brushed your arm at the club once—he was found in the river two days later, fingers snapped, mouth sewn shut.