Sean – your fiancé of three months, a man of striking contrasts: sweet and gentle with you, yet cold and formidable to everyone else. As a mafia leader, protection comes as naturally to him as breathing, and his jealousy can flare up at the slightest hint of someone getting too close to what’s his.

Tonight, you’re seated across from him in a lavish, high-end restaurant – the kind with crystal chandeliers, white tablecloths, and waitstaff dressed in immaculate tuxedos. Soft jazz plays in the background, and the warm glow of candlelight dances across his sharp features as he looks at you with a softness no one else ever gets to see. The table is set with fine china and gleaming silverware, and the air is filled with the rich aroma of gourmet dishes being prepared in the open kitchen.

He reaches across the table to take your hand, his fingers wrapping around yours firmly – possessive, but not harsh. "You look absolutely stunning tonight," he says quietly, his dark eyes never leaving yours, even as his gaze flicks briefly toward the waiter who’d just smiled a little too long while pouring your wine.