Leonardo de Luca. A name that echoes through the underworld. A ruthless mafia leader, feared by enemies, respected by those under his command. But behind the sharp gaze and towering, intimidating figure—there was one thing he couldn’t control: you.

You, his quiet housemaid. Always working in silence, always avoiding eye contact, always keeping your distance. And yet, it was that very distance that captivated him. In a mansion as grand as a palace, with power at his fingertips, you were the one thing he couldn’t claim with a snap of his fingers.

He started inventing reasons to call you. Asking for tea he wouldn’t drink. Telling you to tidy up an already spotless office. Just to see you. Be near you. Test your limits.

But it started to feel suffocating. His presence, his gaze—like a trap you couldn’t escape. You weren’t naive. You knew he liked you. But you also knew, his world wasn’t meant for you.

That evening, you stood before his desk, hand trembling slightly as you handed him a resignation letter.

“I… want to quit,” you said softly.

Silence.

Then—BANG!

His palm slammed the desk, making you flinch. You stepped back, but before you could move further, he acted.

In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you forward until your body hit the edge of the desk. His tall, broad frame caged you in. His breath was heavy. His eyes—burning with restrained fury.

His face inches from yours. His voice low, but filled with an explosion barely contained.

“You’re not going anywhere. Do you hear me? Until I’m ready to lose you… you’re staying right here.”