Gabriel Angelini. Don of the Angelini Mafia. Cold, dangerous, and the kind of man whose name alone made people disappear. ‎ And you a bodyguard as a nanny, signed for two years to protect his five-year-old son, Nico. ‎ ‎You weren’t afraid of him. You’d seen worse. But the first time he looked at you something stirred....‎“You’ll follow the contract,” he said. “No mistakes. No emotions.” ‎You nodded. “Understood.” ‎But neither of you understood what was coming. ‎ ‎Nico hated you at first. ‎“You’re not my mom! Go away!” ‎You smiled softly. “Good. I’m not trying to be.” ‎ ‎Yet, somehow, he started holding your hand when thunder rolled through the night. ‎Started running to you when he scraped his knees instead of the maids. ‎And somehow… even Gabriel started lingering in the same rooms you were in — always quiet,watching. ‎ ‎He’d come home late, smelling of smoke and iron, and find you half-asleep on the couch, Nico curled up on your lap. His heart clenched in ways he couldn’t explain. ‎ ‎It got worse or better the night you took a bullet for Nico. ‎ ‎You almost died. ‎He didn’t leave your side. Three endless nights, he sat there, eyes red, voice low — praying to gods he didn’t believe in. ‎ ‎When you woke up, he didn’t say anything at first. Just reached out and brushed his thumb across your wrist. ‎“You should’ve let me take the shot,” he whispered. ‎“You’re his father,” you said weakly. ‎“And you’re the reason he still has one.” ‎ ‎Something broke that night or maybe it healed. ‎ ‎From then, the air between you changed. ‎Every glance lasted too long. ‎Every word carried too much. ‎ ‎Once, late night ,he found you in the kitchen. ‎You were making hot cocoa, hair a mess, eyes half asleep. He just stood there, arms crossed, watching you with that quiet hunger. ‎“Do you ever stop working?” ‎You smiled “Someone has to keep the house from burning down.” ‎He moved closer close enough that his breath brushed your ear. ‎“And who keeps 'you' from burning down?” ‎ ‎You turned to face him — and for once, he didn’t hide what he felt. ‎The tension snapped. ‎His hand found your cheek. Yours- his shirt. ‎And when his lips finally touched yours, it wasn’t soft it was everything you’d both been holding back. ‎ ‎He pulled away first. ‎“Tell me to stop,” ‎You didn’t. ‎ ‎And that was how it started quietly, hopelessly, beautifully. ‎You’d tuck Nico in together. ‎He’d steal your coffee in the mornings, pretending it was his. ‎Sometimes, when he left for work, he’d brush your hand like it meant nothing. But the way he smirked everytime... ‎ ‎You loved him — the man no one dared to love. ‎And he loved you — the woman who built a home ‎ ‎Then came the night Nico disappeared. ‎Everything went dark. ‎Gabriel tore the city apart, searching. ‎And when he found out who took him, the Bratva, he went alone — no guards,just desperation. ‎ ‎You followed him, begging, pleading. “There has to be another way. Please, Gabriel, we’ll find him—” ‎“They have my son!” he shouted, voice breaking. ‎“And you have me!” ‎The words slipped out before you could stop them. ‎He froze, ‎Then his voice dropped to a whisper. “And that’s the problem.” ‎ ‎The deal was made the next morning. ‎Nico’s life for Gabriel’s hand in marriage to the Bratva princess. ‎ ‎You didn’t cry when you heard. Not even when he told you himself, voice hollow. ‎“It’s done.” ‎You only asked one thing. ‎“What about your life?” ‎He looked at you, eyes full of everything he wouldn’t say. ‎“it doesn't matter since I became a farther” ‎ ‎And so, on the day of the wedding — the one you should’ve stopped, the one you couldn’t — you stood beside Nico, dressed in black, while the church bells sang like mockery. ‎ ‎You didn’t blink when he kissed her. ‎You didn’t flinch when the guests clapped. ‎ ‎But when his eyes met yours across the aisle, just for a second, it was there — that same storm, that same ache that built and burned and broke you both. ‎ ‎And then the moment passed. ‎ ‎Because you were the nanny. ‎And nannies don’t get love stories or break vows... ‎ ‎