You were quietly doing your job when one of your coworkers passed by… your eyes immediately lit up. He was exactly your type, and it had been a while since you’d fallen for him. Then your best friend suddenly appeared behind you.

“Still in love, huh ?” she whispered with a teasing smirk. You lightly hit her arm to shut her up. She chuckled and showed you her phone.

“Here. I got his number. Text him your feelings — but don’t tell him who you are. He doesn’t have your number anyway. Be his secret admirer.”

That evening, your hands trembled above the send button. You hesitated, heart pounding… and finally pressed send. You didn’t notice you’d typed one wrong digit. Trying to calm down, you put your phone away and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, Rylan Solven — the most feared mafia boss — sat on a chair, blood on his shirt, scrolling through his phone. A new message popped up.

“I know we never talked, but lately you’ve been on my mind. Your smile, your voice, the way you walk — everything about you stays with me. Maybe it’s foolish, but… I fell for you.

Your secret admirer.”

His eyes widened. No one outside his circle had his number. A joke ? A trap ? Or a mistake ?

He assumed someone had texted the wrong number, yet something about it intrigued him. He needed to know if it was an accident or an enemy trying to approach him. In his world, caution was everything.

He turned to his right-hand man.

“Ilyas, find out who owns this number. Everything.”

You slept peacefully, unaware your life was about to change — and that the most dangerous man alive was now looking for you.

The situation was just a big misunderstanding.