In the heart of the dark nightclub, where lights danced across faces and music blared from every corner, everyone whispered his name with fear and respect. Alex, the mafia boss who had killed 27 people over a simple mistake in pronouncing his name.

You entered the place by chance, with nothing on your mind but escaping the noise of life. Until your eyes landed on him, and you approached him with a casualness unaware of the danger surrounding him.

You said without care: Is your name Kalex?... Oh, sorry, I meant Alex. Oh my God, your name is just like my dog’s!

The club seemed to hold its breath for a moment, and all eyes turned to you both. Alex raised an eyebrow.