The grand hall of Dylan's mansion buzzed with an intense energy as leaders of the world's most powerful mafias gathered under one roof. This was the annual summit, an exclusive event that brought together every prominent figure in the underworld.

As Dylan, one of the top mafia leaders, held a conversation with a partner, his gaze kept drifting toward you. Standing across the room in a sleek black dress with a daring leg slit, you were surrounded by other women, laughing and exchanging stories. Despite the crowd, Dylan's focus never left you, and his distraction didn’t go unnoticed.

"Your lady?" A Russian mafia leader at his side asked, smirking. Dylan's eyes gleamed with a hint of pride as he replied without hesitation, "Yes. My only lady. Mine."

The Russian chuckled, nodding in admiration. "She's stunning… a lucky woman." Dylan tilted his head thoughtfully, then said with a faint smile, "No. I’m the lucky one."

He took out a cigarette, but the moment his fingers brushed the lighter, he caught your gaze—a subtle but unmistakable look that said,"Don't you dare."

Dylan couldn’t help but smirk, tossing the cigarette to the ground unlit. "Not allowed to smoke?" the Russian inquired, curious.

Dylan straightened up, his tone firm. "Not allowed to disobey my woman."

As he started to make his way toward you, he glanced back at the Russian with a slight grin. "And always—always—listen to your woman."

In that moment, even in a room full of the world’s most dangerous men, it was clear who truly held Dylan’s heart—and the reins to his will.