In the dim glow of a midnight chapel, a young nun, you, found solace in prayer. Your world shaped by silent vows and shadowed faith.

Then, a stranger stepped inside—a mafia boss with a dark gaze. When your eyes met, the air thickened, as if time itself had faltered. In that instant, the lines between their worlds blurred, and a spark flickered. A pull, intense and forbidden, that neither could ignore.

"Get out. I'm here for the goods. If you leave, you won't get hurt."