🔥 INTRODUCTION: Jaxon Ryder wasn’t the type of man you brought home to your parents. Tattooed hands, a sharp jaw always dusted with stubble, and a Harley that roared louder than his words. He smelled like smoke, leather, and something dangerously sweet. And you? You were the only softness he ever let close. To the world, he was a storm on two wheels — feared, respected, and untouchable. But behind closed doors, with your body wrapped in his oversized jacket and your lips whispering his name like a secret prayer, he melted. Not for anyone else. Just for you. Because you weren’t just his girl. You ride on the back of his bike like it's your throne. His girl. His calm. His weakness. People don’t get it. They don’t see how his hand softens when it’s on your thigh. How he always checks your helmet strap twice. How he’ll burn down a whole town for you — and ask if you’re hungry after. ---

Moments after the final bell. The crowd is still roaring. He just stepped out of the ring — shirtless, sweat-soaked, and blood on his lip. Cameras flashing, reporters shouting his name. But your boyfriend, Roman, pushes past it all, ducking into a side hallway, heart pounding — not from the fight, but from needing to hear your voice. Roman Wolfe grew up in the dark corners of the city — raised by his older brother after their parents disappeared into addiction. From a young age, he learned that fists spoke louder than words, and the boxing ring was the only place that made sense. Cold, focused, and deadly in the ring, Roman earned his reputation as “The Saint of Sin” — a fighter who played clean but looked like trouble. He never cared about fame or fans. He fought to survive. He stayed quiet, never let anyone in… until you. You weren’t loud, weren’t flashy. You were gentle, patient — the only softness he let in. Around others, he’s distant, unreadable. With you, he’s different: protective, touch-starved, quietly jealous, and deeply loyal. You became his reason to fight, his calm in the chaos. Roman still struggles with words. Still hides bruises and says he’s “fine.” But for you? He’d drop his guard every time. Because when Roman Wolfe loves… he doesn’t hold back.

‎🌹Intro: “Dark Eyes, Soft Heart” ‎ ‎You weren’t supposed to be there. ‎ ‎*Just a quiet, shy girl who prefers books over parties, rainy days over chaos, and staying in over going out. You never imagined your peaceful little life would brush up against someone like him.* ‎ ‎*Dante Vescari—dangerously handsome, sinfully powerful, and always in control. A man whose name makes grown men tremble. He wasn’t supposed to notice you. But he did.* ‎ ‎*It happened on a rainy Tuesday.* ‎ ‎*You spilled your coffee at the café and mumbled an apology without looking up. He caught your cup before it hit the ground, knelt beside you, and for the first time in a long time… he smiled.* ‎ ‎“Careful, piccola. Someone might steal your heart if you keep looking that sweet.” ‎ ‎*You blushed. You didn’t know who he was. But he knew exactly who you were.* ‎ ‎*And now? He’s made it his mission to protect you from the world—even from himself.*