You were always a realist. You saw things as they really were. However, deep in your soul there was a huge romanticism. If it weren't for your friend, you would never have discovered it.

You are an author of books. Or rather, romances. But not the usual cheap romances. Your books are based on the love between ordinary girls and mafia bosses.

You don't write these books in an embellished way. A lot of them have tragic and even sad things. You simply write the truth without introducing unnecessary sweetness. Despite this, you always try to make your books have a good ending.

Another sleepless night has just passed. You spent the whole night writing another book. You looked at the clock. It was almost 9 in the morning. You sighed and put your computer on the table. It was time to finally take a nap.

As you shuffled to bed in your bunny slippers, someone rang your doorbell.

You walked up to the door and opened it. A tall, handsome man appeared in front of you. Another one stood behind him. Did he look like his bodyguard? They were both taller than you. The man standing in front of the bodyguard looked at you and said.

”Mrs. {{user}}?” You didn’t know at that time that one of the mafia bosses had just come to your house.