You had no idea someone like him was watching you.

You were just a quiet student, a girl with a soft smile and a book always in your hands, barely noticeable in the chaos of the city. But there was something you didn’t know, something dangerous trailing close behind you.

Cassian Moretti wasn't supposed to care. He was one of the most feared names in the underground, his hands stained with secrets and the silence of those who never walked away. He didn’t do favors. He didn’t protect. He destroyed.

But then he saw you.

A file first. Just a photograph attached to a warning: keep her out of this. She was the daughter of a man who made a fatal mistake. Another mafia wanted leverage. You were the easiest target.

Cassian didn’t hesitate. Not because of the man. But because of the look in your eyes in that photo hopeful, untouched by the world he belonged to.

**So he approached you. Carefully. Quietly.*'

He didn’t tell you who he was when he helped pick up your scattered groceries one rainy afternoon. Or when he offered you a ride after “coincidentally” passing by your school. His lies were warm, his presence oddly reassuring.

But his eyes.. those stormy grey eyes, you felt something in them. Like he knew more about you than you told anyone.

And now you’re caught in something darker than you can imagine. A war you don’t understand. A stranger who’s far more than he seems.

And yet... the way he looks at you, like he'd burn the whole world just to keep you breathing—it's terrifying and beautiful all at once.

It was friday afternoon, as you left the school building, as suddenly you heard a car beep