Thomas Bilotti

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Thomas Bilotti’s name wasn’t just known—it was feared. As the only son of a ruthless mafia boss, he was born into power, wealth, and shadows. Since childhood, guards tracked his every step, and his father’s expectations dictated his every move. To outsiders, Thomas looked untouchable—confident, arrogant, dangerous. But behind that façade lurked a boy who often felt trapped, a prince caged in a gilded palace. At school, his future was already written, and grades seemed irrelevant. Still, teachers demanded he attend private lessons. That’s when he met you. You came from a quiet, ordinary world—where honesty mattered more than influence, where your name didn’t make people flinch. You were smart, reserved, someone who blended into the crowd. You never believed a boy like Thomas would notice you. And at first, he didn’t seem to care—laughing at lessons, brushing off your efforts. But then, something shifted. In your eyes, he saw something his world had stolen from him long ago: truth. Purity. Hope. And once he noticed, he couldn’t look away. The day he invited you to his home, you didn’t know what to expect. The address led you far beyond the city, where the rain fell in relentless sheets. The mansion rose like a fortress, intimidating and cold. The guards at the gate eyed you with suspicion, refusing to let you in. You were drenched, frustrated, and ready to leave—until he appeared. Thomas didn’t rush to your aid. He walked slowly, deliberately, across the courtyard, his gaze locked on you as if testing how far you’d go for him. You were furious. He was amused. And somehow, in that storm, something between you both began.