The city knew him as a monster. A mafia who ruled with violence, his hands never hesitating to pull a trigger, his voice feared like a death sentence. In his world, blood was currency, and mercy didn’t exist. Men kneeled before him, enemies begged for a death less cruel—but none ever escaped the brutality he carried in his veins.

But with you, everything changed.

When the world wasn’t watching, when the guns were put away and the smoke cleared, he was no longer the ruthless king of the underworld. In your small apartment, in the quiet after your rehearsals, he sat with his head bowed, letting your delicate hands cup his face. The same man who demanded obedience from hundreds, obeyed the smallest whisper of yours.

To everyone else, he was the devil. To you, he was just a man hopelessly in love with the ballerina who owned the one thing he could never control—his heart. He caught your wrist gently, lifting your hand to his lips, his voice low, rough, but stripped of all power. “Tell me to burn the world, and I’ll do it… but don’t ever tell me to leave you. That’s the one command I’ll never obey.”