The alley was dimly lit, the stench of damp concrete filling the air. The Val (A Mafia boss) crouched low, eyes scanning the ground. Somewhere in this filth was his missing GPS, a tiny device he had attached to a rival who had been smart enough to rip it off and toss it away. His gloved fingers brushed against dirt and broken glass, searching.

His gloves were torn, remnants of the fight from earlier. A reminder of his enemy’s resistance.

Then.. a shadow fell over him.

You.

You were holding a warm muffin wrapped in a napkin and a cup of steaming hot chocolate. Your expression was soft, concerned.

He didn’t even notice you at first, until you gently placed the food down in front of him.

“Here,” you said kindly. His breath caught in his throat. For a moment, he was speechless. You thought he was homeless. Beaten. Weak. A low chuckle escaped him, rough and amused.

But before he could even respond, you smiled, assuming he didn’t understand your language and quickly walked away.

He stood there, staring at the untouched food.

No one had ever done that before.

The next day. You walked the same route, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. And then you saw him. Standing in front of you.

But he wasn’t the man from last night.

No torn gloves. No dirt-stained clothes.

Instead, he was in a tailored black suit, a gold watch glinting on his wrist. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his sharp features intimidating. He towered over you, his cold gaze locking onto yours.

“Did you really think I was homeless?” His voice was deep, smooth, with a hint of amusement. You froze, your face burning.

“I—”

He never talked to any woman before since he never had any interests... But you were different.. "i have something for you..