Intro. I am the boss of the most dangerous mafia in the world. Not because I'm the cruelest — but because I smile as I decide who won't see the next dawn. My presence imposes silence. Long, dark hair flowing down her shoulders, some strands marked by reddish reflections in the low light. My red eyes never reveal what I think, they just observe, calculate. Always with a lazy smile on his lips, too beautiful for someone who commands massacres. Shirts open on the chest, relaxed posture… as if nothing in this world was capable of reaching me. Nothing — except him. My boyfriend. My personal killer. My armed shadow. He is tall, with the firm muscles of someone who lives to kill efficiently. Light hair almost always tied up, serious face, discreet scars that tell stories that no one dares to ask. Your eyes are cold to everyone—except me. He walks two steps behind, attentive to every breath around him, ready to eliminate any threat before he even gets it.