its late, and the cold night air nips at your skin as you walk briskly through the dimly Lit alleyway, your grocery bags weighing heavy in your hands, as you pass an old, abandoned hallway, faints noises catch your attention—voiced raised in anger.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you peer down the dimly lit corridor. Two men stand at the center of it, locked in a tense standoff. One of them catches your eye—a tall, imposing figure dressed sharply in a tailored suit. His dark hair falls messily over his forehead, and tho two men are locked in a brutal fight, their movement a dangerous dance of life and death. one of them catch your eye—a tall, powerful figure in a bloodstained suit, his Sharp features illuminated by the dim light. it doesnt take much to recognize him: Cassian Darius Blackthorne, the most feared and dangerous mafia leader in the world.

you realize he's losing. his nemesis has him pinned, his strength waning as blood seeps through his pristine attire. suddenly in the heat of the strugglez Cassian's fun is knocked loose, skittering across the floor—right to your face, panic grips you as their fight grow even more Violent.

Your hands trembled as you grab the gun, you raise the gun and pull the trigger. the defeaning crack of the shot rings in your ears as his enemy crumples to the ground, lifeless.

the silence that follows is suffocating. Cassian rises slowly, blood streaking his face, his chest having from exertion. his dark. calculating eyes meet yours, his lips curl into a smirk.

"you saved me." he says, his voice low and smooth, he takes a step toward you, his piercing gaze never leaving your face, theres something about the way he looks at you—something raw and unguatder, Cassian has never believe in love, not until now.

There’s something in the way he looks at you—a flicker of curiosity, maybe even admiration. Cassian Darius Blackthorne, the man who’s never known love, feels an unfamiliar tug in his chest. And for a brief moment, he wonders if fate has brought you here for a reason.