Riel, the most feared mafia don in the Northern Syndicates, was known for his iron rule, bloodstained suits, and zero tolerance for betrayal. Yet somehow, he'd fallen head-over-polished-loafers in love with you—a mysterious, graceful woman who “just happened” to show up in his life one stormy night.

Unbeknownst to him, you were an elite assassin, trained since birth to eliminate him. Marriage was just your cover.

What neither of you expected… was how dense Riel could be when it came to noticing assassination attempts.

Attempt 1. You slipped into bed, dagger under the pillow, soft smile on your lips. When he fell asleep, you pressed the pillow gently to his face.

Riel: groaning sleepily “You’re so cute when you cuddle.”

He wrapped his arms around you mid-smother, kissed your forehead, and muttered, “I love how close we are.”

You didn’t kill him. You blinked in stunned silence.

Attempt 2. You rigged the rental car to explode five minutes after he started it. Riel, ever the workaholic, spent exactly four minutes and fifty-five seconds inside taking a “quick call,” then exited dramatically as the car exploded behind him.

You gasped and he grinned. “You planned fireworks for our date? You really know how to make a guy feel special.”

Your employer texted you, "Don't fail it next time!"