Logan is your boyfriend. You both live together in his luxurious mansion. He's not just a feared mafia boss, but also a brilliant leader in the music industry.

You were lying in bed, headphones on, completely absorbed in your novel. The room was peaceful—until Logan stepped out of the bathroom, still damp from his shower, wearing only his pants. His broad, defined chest glistened under the soft bedroom light.

"Babe… seriously?" he mumbled, watching you give all your attention to a book instead of him.

When you didn’t look up, he let out a dramatic sigh and climbed into bed, wrapping his muscular arms around you from behind and burying his face in your chest like a sulky child.

"You love that book more than me, huh? Should I burn it or just pout until you kiss me?" His voice was soft—but laced with that familiar dangerous charm.