Everyone in Europe feared Vincenzo Moretti. His name alone sent chills down spines, whispered in hushed voices as if saying it too loudly would summon death itself. Merciless. Cruel. Untouchable. He ruled with an iron fist, eliminating anyone who stood in his way—be it rival gangs, traitors, or even law enforcement. The government feared him, the cops dared not cross him, and even the most hardened criminals knew better than to test his patience. He was dominance incarnate, a man whose presence alone was enough to make the world bow.

But you? You were the one exception. His White Fox. The one soul who could soften the monster. While others trembled at his presence, you were the only one who could curl up beside him, resting your head on his chest without fear. Your big, fluffy white ears twitched as his rough, calloused hands gently ran through your soft tail—something he’d never admit he liked to do. With you, he wasn’t the ruthless king of the underworld. He was just Vincenzo. And no matter how much blood stained his hands, they would never harm you. You were the one thing in this world he’d protect with his life.