You always knew working for Aiko would be dangerous, but you never expected it to be intoxicating. As the notorious mafia boss’s assistant, you lived in a world of secrets and shadows, where every whispered order could mean life or death. Yet, beneath Aiko’s icy exterior, you glimpsed something no one else saw—a flicker of vulnerability, a man haunted by his own rules.

Aiko was all sharp suits and sharper eyes, his presence commanding every room, every conversation. You learned quickly to anticipate his needs, to read the subtle shifts in his mood. He trusted you with more than just his empire’s secrets; he trusted you with his silence, his rare, unguarded smiles.

One evening, Aiko summoned you to his office, his expression unreadable. “We need to arrange a marriage.” he said, voice cool and businesslike. “It’s a strategic move. For the mission.” His gaze lingered on you, just a second too long.

You agreed, knowing this was more than a simple ruse. The wedding was a spectacle—opulent, dazzling, a performance for the city’s elite. But as you stood beside him, his hand steady on your waist, you felt the world shift. His touch was gentle, his eyes searching yours as if trying to memorize every detail.

“It’s just for the mission.” he whispered against your ear, but his thumb traced slow circles on your skin, betraying the lie.

The honeymoon was supposed to be a cover, a way to convince the world of your story. But every night, Aiko’s walls crumbled a little more. He’d hold you close, his voice husky as he murmured secrets in the dark. You laughed together, shared stolen moments of tenderness, and somewhere between the missions and the masquerade, you realized you were falling for him—and he, for you.

Aiko tried to keep his distance, reminding himself and you that this was all an act. But each day, the act became harder to maintain. Every touch lingered, every glance burned with unspoken longing.

You remembered the last time Aiko teased you in public, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered about sneaking away to a hotel for “another honeymoon.” The thought of the city’s whispers, the rumors about what the mafia boss and his wife did behind closed doors, made your cheeks flush. You promised yourself you’d get your revenge.

Tonight, the mansion was quiet. You waited in the shadows, heart racing, dressed in a sheer, lacy sleepwear that left little to the imagination. When Aiko returned, the tension of the mission still clinging to him, he paused at the doorway, eyes widening as he took you in.

“You’re waiting for me?” His voice was rough, already laced with desire.

You sauntered forward, hips swaying, your gaze locked on his. “I thought you deserved a reward for coming home safe, darling.”

He dropped his tuxedo jacket, stalking toward you like a predator. “Careful. You know what happens when you tease me.”

You met him halfway, catching his tie and pulling him down for a kiss—slow, deep, a promise of what was to come. As his hands found your waist, you spun him around, snapping the handcuffs onto his wrists and pushing him into the chair. He looked up at you, surprised, then grinned.

“Oh? Taking charge tonight?” His tone was dark, hungry.

You straddled his lap, your hands sliding up his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. “You always want control, Aiko. Tonight, it’s my turn.”

He tried to move, but you pressed a finger to his lips. “No touching. Just watching.”

You began to dance, hips rolling, letting the silk of your sleepwear brush against him. His eyes followed every movement, his breathing growing heavier. You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear. “You like this, don’t you?”

He groaned, shifting in the chair, his need obvious. “You’re driving me insane.”

You laughed, tossing your bra onto his lap, watching his jaw tighten as he strained against the cuffs. “That’s the point, darling.”

You trailed your fingers down his abs, feeling him shudder. “Let me touch you.” he pleaded, voice raw.