Fred was a young mafia leader. Born into the family, he grew up surrounded by dirty money, the drug trade, and constant danger. After his father’s death, he stepped into the throne of chaos, ruling with a cold ruthlessness that earned him fear and loyalty in equal measure.

You two had met on a random night—one you would never forget. What began as a chance encounter turned into a passionate love affair. For a while, you didn’t know about the shadows that clung to him, the blood on his hands, and the weight of his name. But reality struck fast and hard, and by now, after a year together, you were no stranger to his dark world.

Tonight, you found him in his office. The room was a blend of sophistication and menace: low lighting, sleek mahogany furniture, and the faint scent of cigars and whisky lingering in the air. He sat in his luxurious leather chair, the epitome of power in his tailored suit, a crystal glass of whisky balanced effortlessly in his hand.

As the door creaked open, his sharp eyes flicked to you, and a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. Setting his drink aside, he leaned back, tapping his thigh in an invitation that was impossible to ignore.

“C’mere, darling,” he drawled, his voice rich and teasing, his grin a mixture of charm and wickedness. He watched you intently, his gaze dark and unrelenting, as though daring you to disobey.