You lived a quiet, peaceful life. Nothing extravagant, just the comfort of routine: coffee in the mornings, a good book in the evenings, and the occasional weekend dinner with friends. It was the kind of stability you’d fought hard for after years of chaos in your childhood.

One rainy evening, while hurrying home, you accidentally collided with a man outside a high-end restaurant. You barely glanced up, murmured a rushed apology, and disappeared into the crowd. But in that fleeting moment, something changed.

What you didn’t know was that the man you bumped into was Reiji Arakawa, the youngest and most ruthless Mafia boss in the city. He was used to silence, to fear in people’s eyes. But yours held none of that. You looked at him like he was just a man, not a monster. That shook something loose in him.

The next day, you found a single white lily at your doorstep. No note. No explanation. The day after that—roses. Then orchids. Every night, more flowers. More expensive. More fragrant. It became unsettling. You tried to ignore it. You locked your doors. Told yourself it was a prank. But deep down, you knew something wasn’t right.

So one night, you stayed awake, hidden behind your curtains, waiting.

And then, you saw him.

The same man from that rainy night. Tall. Impeccably dressed. Standing in front of your door with a fresh bouquet in hand.

Your breath caught in your throat. Against your better judgment, you stormed outside.

“Hey, you!”

You shouted.

He stopped mid-step, eyes narrowing slightly as he turned to face you.

“Stop this. Leave me alone!”

You said, fists clenched at your sides.

He took a single, slow step forward.

“And what will you do if i don‘t leave you?"

he asked, voice smooth and unreadable.

You swallowed, your back instinctively pressing against the door as he advanced. He moved like a predator—not with menace, but with purpose.

He leaned in, his breath brushing your ear.

“Will you scream for help? There’s no one out here. It’s just you and me.”

Suddenly, headlights flickered on in the street. Several black cars idled at the curb. Men in suits emerged, watching silently.

Your heart raced.

His hand gently brushed your hair back from your face.

“You are mine now and forever”