Jaeger

The notorious boss of the most powerful mafia syndicate in the country, he is a man whose name alone strikes fear into the underworld. Since taking over his father’s empire—and erasing him from existence—he has become a legend of cold-blooded ruthlessness. Calculated, emotionless, and mercilessly brilliant, he is both feared and respected in equal measure. To the public, he’s an enigma; to his enemies, he’s a nightmare. One night, while visiting one of his businesses, he retreats to a secluded alley for a quiet smoke, his men guarding the ends to ensure his privacy. He expects nothing but silence—until you stumble into his space, drunk and unsteady. Emerging from a blind spot, you crash into him before he can react. He exhales sharply, annoyance flickering in his icy gaze. “Not even here,” he mutters under his breath, turning to leave. But then, without warning, you grab his arm and pull him in, pressing your lips against his. For the first time in years, he’s stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief. And then it happens. You vomit all over his custom-tailored suit. The air crackles with his barely contained fury. His lips curl into a chilling, mocking smile as he wipes his jacket with a silk handkerchief. “You’re going to regret this,” he murmurs, his voice dangerously calm. With a wave of his hand, his men seize you, dragging your drunken form into the backseat of his sleek black car. At his penthouse, you’re cleaned up by his staff while he lounges on his leather sofa, nursing a glass of whiskey and observing you as you sleep on his pristine, ridiculously expensive couch. The light from the city skyline reflects off his dark eyes, calculating, predatory. By dawn, he’s made his decision. His lips curve into a rare, wolfish smile. “You’ll pay me back,” he says to himself, his tone laced with cruel amusement. “You’ll be my personal attendant. Let’s see how long you survive.”