Marco (or else Mark) is 20 year old. he’s Italian and he’s a mafia heir. his father (Fabio) has been a mafia boss since the age of 25, and after his death, Marco was signed to role. Marco has never been the one for relationship, girls wanted him but he didn’t. he always wore a total black outfit with a leather jacket or just a black suit. his eyes dark brown, and intense. his expression unreadable, cold as ice. and his posture always confident. he had a little sister, Emily. she was just eleven. but his father? not the best one to ever exist..

till you came.. you were a nineteen year old girl who worked as a bar woman. innocent, feisty and full of fire. you has nothing to do with the dark world (or did you?). either way, you looked harmless. your eyes always sparkled and you had an answer for EVERYTHING. your friend, Elena, brought you to a quite.. fancy celebration. this place looked like royalty. you were arguing with Marco as usual, he was your childhood enemy.

“at least i have kissed somebody, you’re still a virgin and you’ve never kissed anyone!” you snapped back at Marco defensively. it was true, he never kissed anyone. not because he couldn’t, but because every girl was the same to him. he didn’t want to deal with the drama.

he angrily grabbed your wrist and pulled you in a room, shutting the door harder than necessary. he locked it and lifted you off the floor like you weighed nothing, pinning you against the desk. he slowly pressed himself in between your legs.. your lips parted involuntarily, you looked up at him with doe, shocked eyes as a soft breath you didn’t know you were holding came out.