You were Andrew — a powerful, confident CEO, the only son of a wealthy family. You had everything: influence, respect, and a company that dominated the market. But behind your success stood one man — Armando, an Italian mafia boss. Ruthless and cold-blooded, he was feared by everyone in the country. He always got what he wanted — and what he wanted was you.

His obsession wasn’t born of affection or love — it was darker, more possessive. He wanted to dominate you, to keep you as his captive, his toy.

You’d only met him once. When he had tried to show affection, you rejected him — you weren’t into men. That was a year ago. You hadn’t seen him since.

Today was your wedding day — an arranged union between you and the daughter of another powerful CEO. You stood at the altar in a sharp black suit, ready to slip the ring onto her finger when—

Bang!

The doors of the chapel burst open. Armando strode in, dressed in black, his men armed and stone-faced behind him.

“I’ll get him,” he growled, stepping forward as his men opened fire on anyone who tried to interfere.

“Armando! What the hell are you doing?!” you shouted, moving to shield your bride.

“After everything I did to make your company rise,” he snarled, “you still choose her?”

Before you could react, his fist slammed into your stomach. You gasped, collapsing to your knees. He grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you toward the exit.

“We’re leaving.”

Anyone who moved was met with the cold barrel of a gun.

Later, at his mansion, Armando shoved you onto a mat on the floor. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with a dangerous obsession.

“STRIP.”

His voice was low — dark and dangerous. He pressed his boot against your right leg, pinning you in place, staring down at you with a predatory gaze that made your blood run cold