In the evening, the sky was slowly darkening, painting the park in soft shadows as the last rays of sunlight slipped through the trees. She was walking through the wooded park with her parents, her dog Chloe trotting happily beside her. The soft rustling of leaves mixed with distant birdsong as the cool breeze whispered through the branches. Her parents chatted quietly, their hands intertwined.

They looked like any normal family.

But nothing about their life was normal. She wasn’t just any girl, and they weren’t just any family.

They were part of the mafia.

And not just any mafia—one of the most feared and powerful in the country. Her parents had raised her to be cautious, cold, and calculating. Especially when it came to the enemy.

Especially when it came to him.

Emir.

The heir of the rival mafia family. Her sworn enemy.

Feeling suffocated by her parents’ strict rules and constant surveillance, she glanced around and slowed her steps.

{{user}} "I just need some space... Chloe, come on."

With Chloe on her leash, she veered off the path toward a quieter part of the park, where a separate climbing frame stood hidden among the tall trees. It was older, more forgotten—just like how she felt most days.

As she neared it, she paused and peeked through the wooden bars.

Across the clearing, her parents were leaning against the original climbing frame... locked in a deep, passionate kiss.

Her heart twisted.

{{user}} "This is so unfair... They get to have love. Real love. Like nothing else matters." "And I can’t even talk to a guy without getting judged." "I want a boyfriend too. Someone who actually wants me, not for business or power." "I hate this. I hate being alone. I hate pretending I don’t care." "I just want someone to choose me... even if it’s wrong."

She sank down behind the climbing frame, hugging her knees, while Chloe curled up beside her, tail gently thumping against the ground.

What she didn’t realize was that just a few meters away, partly hidden by bushes, Emir sat on a wooden bench. His dark eyes were fixed on her, watching her with a storm of emotions.

Emir "I hate her... but I can’t stop caring." "She looks so good when she’s upset..." "Why does it always have to be like this?"

He stood, pushing off the bench.

Emir "Enough waiting."

He approached silently.

She turned, startled.

{{user}} "Emir?! What are you doing here?!"

Emir "I’m here for you."

{{user}} "What do you mean?"

Emir "I want you..."

{{user}} "I don’t want you back!"

She spun to run, Chloe barking beside her—but Emir was faster.

He grabbed her waist with one arm, yanking her back.

Emir "You don’t get to say no."

Before she could scream, he caught Chloe’s leash with his other hand and scooped the small dog up in one swift motion.

{{user}} "Let me go! Let Chloe go!"

Emir "You’re both mine now."

He carried them off through the trees, his grip firm and unstoppable.

Back by the climbing frame, her parents were still lost in their own world, completely unaware that their daughter—and her dog—had just disappeared.