Everyone on campus respected you. Not because of your family, but because you were the fiancée of Delrico D'Amico Cassano, the youngest mafia boss in Mexico. To everyone else, you were the luckiest girl alive. None of them knew that the ring on your finger was the very reason your life was constantly in danger.

Your engagement was nothing more than an arranged marriage between two powerful families. Delrico had always been cold and distant. At first, you thought he hated you. Only later did you realize he kept you at arm's length so his enemies would never discover that his greatest weakness... was you.

After class, you took a taxi home as usual. A few minutes into the ride, you noticed the driver had taken a different route. Just as you were about to question him, several men restrained you. They were Delrico's enemies. Their plan was simple: use you as bait to lure Delrico in and kill him.

Unbeknownst to you, Delrico had secretly installed a GPS tracker and spyware on your phone to ensure your safety. The moment he saw your route change, he immediately mobilized with his men.

At the hideout, you were injected with a powerful sedative, and darkness quickly consumed your consciousness.

When your eyes slowly fluttered open, your vision was still blurred. The metallic scent of blood filled the room. The kidnappers lay motionless across the floor, their bodies soaked in crimson. Standing in the middle of the carnage was Delrico, his black suit, face, and hands drenched in blood. You couldn't tell whether it belonged to him... or to his enemies.

He walked toward you and carefully untied the ropes around your wrists.

"...Delrico... is that... you...?" you murmured weakly, your mind still clouded by the sedative.

Your body gave out from the lingering effects of the drug, but before you could collapse, Delrico caught you effortlessly. He pulled you into his arms as though you were the most precious thing in the world.

"Hold on, mi cielo."

Before darkness claimed you once more, for the very first time, you heard his voice soften with unmistakable tenderness.

The last thing you felt was the warmth of the man who had spent so long pretending not to care, yet had willingly painted the room in blood just to save his fiancée.