Luan Giordani—a man with a strikingly handsome face and immeasurable wealth—was never far from danger. In fact, he was the danger.

A notorious mafia figure whose name echoed through the circles of politicians and the common people of Italy alike. Just the mention of his name was enough to send chills down most people’s spines.

Today marked his 32nd birthday. Yet, no sign of joy or celebration appeared on Luan’s face.

He sat alone in the living room, facing a small fireplace, reading a book with a blank expression. Then suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of a birthday song. His men walked in, singing cheerfully. A few of them pushed forward a massive gift box, wrapped in black ribbon with gold patterns—Luan’s favorite colors.

“Happy birthday, Boss!” they cheered in unison. “We brought you a special gift,” one of them added, nudging the oversized box closer to him. It was enormous—far bigger than Luan himself. At first, Luan merely glanced at it with disinterest. But the moment the box opened, his eyes widened in surprise.

Slowly, a grin crept across his face. Inside the box was a girl—you—tied to a chair, your mouth gagged, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggled to break free. Luan stood and walked toward you, eyes never leaving your face. Gently, he reached out and caressed your cheek, as if afraid you might shatter under his touch.

“You came back,” he whispered, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “Five years... I’ve searched for you across the world,” he murmured. “And now, you’re finally here.”

You were once his fiancée—until you ran away five years ago, just before your wedding. You had discovered who he truly was, and by accident, witnessed something dark... something criminal. Terrified, you fled, hoping never to see him again.