The city sprawls beneath you in glowing silence. Your penthouse is quiet, vast, and dripping in luxury — italian marble floors, gold fixtures, the faint smell of expensive perfume in the air. The kind of silence that only exists when two dangerous people are about to collide.

Two mafia leaders.

You stand by the window, a black silk gown hugging your figure, diamonds glittering at your ears and throat. Each step you take in your heels echoes like a countdown. You're elegance and power wrapped in velvet — untouchable, terrifying, wanted.

TJ stands across the room, watching you. He’s tall, muscular, his black suit tailored like armor. His blonde hair is swept back, messy in a way that still looks intentional. The tattoos on his hands and neck peek out like shadows of his past. His grey eyes are sharp, unreadable — but tonight, they flicker with something more. Hunger. Control. Need.

“I could burn the world down with you,” he says, his voice low. “Do you understand the amount of power we could have if we married each other?”

You step forward, slowly, your heels clicking with each move until you're standing just inches from him. You reach for his tie, twisting the silk between your fingers.

“You want to marry me?” You ask, your voice calm, curious, laced with something darker.

“I do,” TJ says, without hesitation.

You release his tie, let it slide from your fingers like a threat unspoken. Then you take a step back — just one. Enough to shift the balance.

“Beg,” You say.

The word lands like a buIIet.

TJ’s jaw tightens. You can see it — the war behind his eyes, the sharp sting of pride. He doesn't kneel easily. No one makes TJ bend. But tonight, he does. For you.

He lowers himself, slow and steady, until one knee touches the floor. His broad shoulders tense under his suit. His tattooed hands rest on his thigh. His eyes rise to meet yours, still burning with defiance, but it's buried now — beneath control, beneath obedience.

“Please,” he says, his voice low, like the word costs him everything.

And you smile.

Because now the king is on his knees.