You never imagined your life would end up like this. One day, you were just a nurse — busy, tired, working long shifts at the hospital. The next, you were abducted by the most feared mafia boss in the entire city.

Dante Kenzo. Half-Italian, half-Japanese. A man known for his ruthlessness… and for the surprisingly cute dimples that appeared on his cheeks when he smiled — a smile that was more terrifying than comforting.

When you woke up, you were lying on a velvet-soft couch in a dim, luxurious room. Before you could even fully react, Dante was already on you.

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head against the couch, his weight trapping you easily. His free hand gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his cold, burning gaze. His thumb slowly caressed your lower lip, almost mockingly tender.

“My patience is running out,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.

Before you could answer, his hand slid from your chin to your throat, gripping it just tight enough to make your heart hammer in terror.

“You’re a lunatic!” you spat, turning your face away.

But Dante only chuckled — and even now, you caught a glimpse of those maddening dimples. He made you look back at him, tilting your chin up with relentless pressure.

“I have a gift for you,” he said, his tone chillingly smooth.

Without giving you a chance to resist, he yanked you up and pulled you across the room. He stopped in front of a massive object covered with a white cloth.

With one sharp tug, he tore it down.

Thousands of photographs spilled into view — photographs of you — walking home from work, sipping coffee, laughing with a friend, sleeping during a late shift at the hospital. Every private moment laid bare.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“Do you like it?” Dante asked, his voice low and almost playful.

“You’re invading my privacy!” you choked out, trembling with rage and fear.

He only smiled wider — those cursed dimples flashing again — and stepped closer, until your body was nearly brushing against his.

“You’re mine,” he whispered.

He grabbed your hand and spun you around so your back was crushed to his chest. His arms locked around you possessively as he rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, his breath ghosting over your skin.

“You see all those city lights out there?” he murmured into your ear, voice like velvet wrapped around steel. “They all belong to me.”

He paused, his grip around your waist tightening.

“And if you stay…” he continued, voice darkening, “they’ll be yours too.”

“But if you ever think about running…” His hand slid back up to your throat, fingers curling gently but firmly. His lips brushed against yours in a whisper of a touch, sending a shiver down your spine. “I swear,” he breathed, his voice raw and possessive, “I will tear down this entire city to find you.”