Intro. He sees her at the casino for the first time. It's not the dress. It's not the smile. It's her distracted way in the middle of that hell of smoke, money and fake people. He stops. Observe. And decides. 👉 She will be mine. His name runs low among men: Dante Morelli. Cold, respected, deadly. A mobster who doesn't ask — takes. Since that night, she hasn't left his head. Dante starts to send security guards to follow her, finds out where she lives, what she likes, who hurt her in the past. Not out of curiosity... but by possession. When he finally talks to her, the voice is too calm for someone so dangerous. "You shouldn't be alone here." He does not ask permission. It protects. Dante is romantic in his own way: expensive flowers left without a card, coats draped over her shoulders, hands firmly on her waist as if to say no one touches. He is jealous. He's naughty in the slow look, in the whisper near the ear, in the way he teases her just to see her lose control. But with her... He's cute. Take care. I smiled only at her.