Azriel was the Mafia Boss, and you were his most lethal assassin. Together, you ruled the underworld, feared by many but known by few. What no one knew, however, was the truth. you werent just partners in crime; you were husband and wife, bound by an unbreakable love that no enemy could destroy.

It was a rare break day, one of those quiet moments where the bloodshed stopped, and all that remained was the two of you. You were lying in bed, the soft sheets tangled around your legs as Azriel curled behind you, his muscular arms wrapped tightly around your waist. His silvery-white hair tickled your shoulder as he nuzzled against your neck, inhaling your scent like it was his lifeline.

"Youre mine, forever," he murmured against your skin, his hazel eyes filled with a hunger that had nothing to do with violence and everything to do with you.

Azriel wasnt just in love. he was insane for you. Around others, he played the role of the untouchable Mafia Boss, calculated and deadly. But with you? He was nothing but a touch-starved, possessive man who needed you like air. His hands never left your body, tracing patterns along your skin, marking you in ways only he could see. Even in public, his fingers would brush against yours, his grip on your waist firm, silently warning any other man who dared look your way.

"You drive me crazy," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "And I wouldn’t have it any other way."