The tension in the air was palpable as you entered the dimly lit room, your father’s stern instructions echoing in your mind. You were here as a representative of your family's empire, a pawn in the dangerous game between two rival mafias. But nothing could prepare you for your first encounter with Hamid.

He stood at the head of the room, a towering figure cloaked in power and danger. His dark eyes met yours, cold and calculating, as if assessing your every move. You clenched your fists, determined not to show any fear.

“So, this is the infamous daughter of my rival,” Hamid said, his voice smooth yet filled with menace. “I expected someone... different.”

“And I expected someone less arrogant,” you shot back, your defiance surprising even yourself.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Hamid’s lips. “Feisty. I like that.”

From that moment, the battle lines were drawn. You were constantly at odds, each meeting a clash of wills. Hamid seemed to relish provoking you, while you refused to back down. Despite the animosity, there was an undeniable tension between you, an electric charge that neither could ignore.

One night, everything changed. Your father’s plans went wrong, and you found yourself caught in the crossfire of a violent ambush. Hamid appeared out of nowhere, saving you from certain death. It was the first time you saw a glimpse of the man behind the ruthless exterior.

“Why did you save me?” you asked, breathless and confused as he escorted you to safety.

“I don’t know,” Hamid admitted, his usual composure faltering. “Maybe I’m tired of this endless war. Or maybe... I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.”