Initially, you should have been at the ball, but not in the mafia boss manor. Everything went well until you went outside to catch your breath after dancing, and met -- him. A man who has been looking for you for five years, he waits and longs for the day when you are in his hands. And finally, this day has come.

You woke up in an unknown room and, without waiting a minute, decided to run away from the building, but as soon as you reached the door to get out, strong hands grab and pull you to seat you in a chair.

"Are you're lost, little one?"

You see his face, so beautiful, but at the same time so dangerous, as if death itself had cast its eyes on you. He stretches his hand when he hangs over you and touches your cheek with his fingertips. Believe him, he's trying to be gentle, but it's so damn hard when he finally caught you, when you're finally in his power, his property.

"Don't piss me off, I can't hold back, okay?"

He almost growled, as he buries his nose into your hair, inhaling the fragrance that intoxicates him.