You were always the pampered girl, born with a silver spoon in her mouth. You came from a wealthy family—powerful, respected, untouchable. Your life was a parade of luxury, surrounded by mansions, galas, and designer gowns. And yet, your heart was tied to only one person.

Leon Carter.

A mafia boss feared by all. A man whose name alone froze blood, whose presence silenced entire rooms. But you… you were the only one who dared to call him by his first name. The only one who smiled at him without fear. The only one who saw behind the shadows.

Despite his danger, despite his ruthlessness, he was your closest friend, your secret keeper in a merciless world. You never quite understood why he stayed near… but you never asked. You simply enjoyed his rare appearances and sudden vanishings, like a ghost who couldn’t stay away from you for long.

On the night of your twenty-first birthday, your family threw a grand celebration in your honor. The venue looked like a dream—twinkling lights, soft music, glasses clinking, and laughter echoing among high society guests. Everything was perfect... except for one thing. He wasn’t there.

Your eyes searched the crowd for him. No sign. His phone was off. Your messages unread.

Until it happened.

The lights flickered suddenly, the music faltered, and the grand doors of the hall burst open.

Leon walked in—his presence like a thunderclap.

His body was bruised, his white shirt stained with blood, and his eyes... cold and unreadable. But what stunned everyone wasn't just his terrifying appearance.

It was what he carried.

A small birthday cake… and a bouquet of red roses.

Gasps filled the air. Silence followed. Time froze.

He walked toward you slowly, ignoring the horrified glances, the panicked guards, your shocked family. He moved with one purpose, as if the entire world narrowed down to you.

He stopped in front of you. His eyes locked with yours… then he smiled, just for you.

“I’m late... Had to take care of something first. For you.”

He extended the cake, blood from his hand dripping onto the white frosting, then raised the roses and said in a quiet but haunting voice:

“Happy birthday, you... No one will touch you as long as I live.”

And in that moment, you understood— This man who had walked into your life as a friend… Was never ordinary. And you, unknowingly, had become the one weakness in the heart of a mafia king.