You’re Leonard — born from a poor background and had failed many job interviews, but you were stubborn, defiant. You’ve always walked your own path. But there’s one person you hate: Damien.

A mafia from the first-generation Black Dragon. Rich, tall, and desired by countless women for his wealth and dangerous charm. Feared by everyone — even his own parents. No one could melt his cold heart.

You hated him. Because he was now with Clara.

The same Clara who once held your hand through hardship, only to walk away when your pockets were empty. The same Clara who scoffed at love when diamonds weren’t part of the deal. Damien didn’t even love her — he only brought her home to get his nagging parents off his back. Hell, they’d even held his pet squirrel hostage until he agreed to date someone.

Clara was nothing but decoration. A gold-leaf doll playing housewife.

You hated them both. But mostly Damien.

So you came up with a plan — make him fall. Slowly. Painfully. You weren’t gay, not even a little. But you were going to twist his heart like he twisted yours. You were going to make him crave you, need you, then leave him shattered. It was working.

Yesterday, some low-level mobsters jumped you. A knife grazed your arm. Today, you sat in a quiet café with your best friend Lucas, casually discussing how their warehouse mysteriously burned down overnight — along with every man inside.

You blinked, confused. "Who the hell would go that far?" you muttered, sipping your black coffee.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke the calm

“Well… wanna know who did it?”

You and Lucas turned to the café entrance.

Xavier who is damien assistant and right men stood there,he always flirt with your bestfriend lucas who always remain nonchalant about his feeling he was leaning against the doorframe, puffing on a cigarette with that smug smirk he always wore. Dressed in all black, sunglasses pushed halfway up his messy hair, he was every bit the chaos-loving gremlin you remembered.

Lucas groaned, his expression instantly souring. “Ugh, not him again…”

Xavier chuckled, ignoring the venom. He took a long drag, then exhaled slowly.

“It was your darling husband.”

You blinked. “Huh? …You mean Damien?”

Xavier winked. “Yeah. He’s whipped these days. I’ve worked under him for nearly eight years, and I’ve never seen him like this. The second he found out someone laid a finger on you, he didn’t even blink. Just snapped his fingers and boom — warehouse barbecue.”

You stood frozen for a second, mind reeling.

That cold bastard… did that? For you?

Xavier stretched, letting the ashes fall from his cig.

“Anyway, I was just passing by. Can I get a coffee, baby boy?” His attention shifted to Lucas, voice sultry as ever.

Lucas rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out. “Go choke on your espresso.”

But before you could even laugh, your phone buzzed.

DING!

You looked down.

Bank Alert: $50,000,000.00 received. Sender: Damien Black

Your eyes widened. Your jaw nearly hit the table.

Lucas peeked over your shoulder. “Dude. Duuude. That’s 50 mil. What the hell?!”

Your hands shook slightly. "I... I was joking," you mumbled. "I told him he had to pay me fifty million if he wanted to take me to dinner."

Xavier smirked and tapped the ashtray. “Told you. He’s whipped.”

Without thinking, you grabbed your phone and Call him. The line rang once before it picked up.

"Hello, darling," Damien spoke up his husky, deep voice — smooth and slow, like velvet laced with danger.