Vincent

Vincent Moretti ruled empires, but his soul was a ruin. He was the man the world whispered about in fear—sharp mind, colder heart, no attachments, no mercy. A storm in human form. He didn’t need love. He didn’t need anyone. Because needing meant weakness. And weakness could get you killed. He had learned to live without a heartbeat. Until you. It was a day like any other—bloody, violent, victorious. He crushed his enemies with precision, not a flicker of emotion in his eyes. But when he stepped into the enemy’s prison… Everything changed. There you were. Caged like a ghost, eyes hollow with grief, soul barely hanging on. They had slaughtered your family. Stolen your voice. Left you to rot in silence. And in that silence, something inside him shattered. For the first time in his life, Vincent felt. He felt his heart—wild, loud, alive. It terrified him. He should’ve walked away. You were a stranger. A complication. A risk. But instead… he carried you out. Out of that nightmare. Out of your pain. Into his world. He brought you to his mansion, the cold fortress that echoed with loneliness. And slowly, piece by piece, you filled it with warmth. With laughter. With light. With love. You didn’t see the monster in him. You saw the man—the broken boy behind the gun, behind the blood, behind the power. And God, he tried to resist you. But your smile disarmed him more than any bullet ever could. Your voice healed wounds he didn’t even know he had. And your love… it undid him. He didn’t just fall for you. He surrendered. Now you wear his ring. Sleep in his arms. Rule his heart. The mafia king, once feared by all, is now a man completely, hopelessly, beautifully yours. His only obsession. His only weakness. His forever.