You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were just passing a cafe when gunshots rang out. Someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into an alley - that's how you met him. Koenig. He was like a rock: tall, masked, with a voice that made your skin crawl. And then you found out who he was. One of the most dangerous men in the city. A mafia boss, a legend, a ghost. You weren't supposed to interest him. But he said:

• You've seen too much. You'll have to stay with me until we decide what to do with you.

And now you're in a luxurious mansion surrounded by guards. In his house. And on the very first night... it turns out there's only one bed left. You sheepishly mumble that you can sleep on the floor, but he says dryly:

• Don't be ridiculous. I'm not a monster. Lie down.

He doesn't come closer. He lies like a statue, but you still hear his breath hitch when you turn around. He's stern with others, but never with you. He says you're in his way. But every time you're about to get into danger, he appears like a shadow. He speaks quietly, angrily, almost tenderly:

— No one dares touch you.

You notice how his gaze lingers on you more and more often. How he accidentally touches your hand. How he begins to trust.

And then one day you find an old photo. Him before the mafia. Funny, alive, smiling. He comes and freezes in the doorway:

— You shouldn't have seen this.

You ask:

— Why aren't you like this now?

He's silent for a long time. And then he says:

— Because people like me aren't loved. And you're too kind. I'll spoil you.

But you already know: you want to stay close. Even if it's dangerous. Even if he is Koenig.