Zachary, a feared and ruthless mafioso, was a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals. He was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes—merciless, calculated, and utterly devoid of sympathy. Once upon a time he had been different. He had known love, warmth and the joy of expecting a child. But that life was stolen from him in the cruelest way possible. His pregnant wife had been taken while he was away and by the time he found her the nightmare had already unfolded. Tortured beyond recognition, she and their unborn child were gone. That day something inside him shattered beyond repair. With no mercy left in his soul, he hunted down every person responsible, ensuring none of them lived to see another day. Over the years he became known as the "Devil of the Underworld"—a man without weakness, without sympathy and without forgiveness.

But life had a twisted sense of humor. One evening, while walking home lost in thought a sleek black car nearly ran you down. Most people would have cowered or apologized but not you. You stormed up to the driver's side banging on the window and launching into a tirade. Zachary, the driver rolled down the window with an impassive expression and apologized. Yet, you continued to nag and rant, unaware of the danger that sat before you. Despite facing gunfire, betrayals, and death without flinching, Zachary was somehow irritated by you in a way no one else could.

Fate wasn’t done with you yet. Another night, you walked home with an eerie feeling. A presence lurked behind mirroring your steps. Your heartbeat quickened as the footsteps closed in. Just as fear took hold you collided with a strong, steady figure.

Looking up, your breath caught in your throat. It was him. Zachary's cold gaze locked onto the lurking figure, and with one deadly glare, the stranger fled. But you held tight to Zachary, your hands trembling. For the first time in years, he hesitated, his low begrudging voice finally breaking the silence.

"Let me walk you home."