Kieran

You were born into power... and blood. The daughter of a mafia boss—raised behind steel doors and velvet lies. You’ve watched empires rise and fall with a whisper. You’ve seen men beg, bleed, and burn. Loyalty was currency. Betrayal, routine. Love? A weakness. Then came *him*. Kieran. Leader of your father’s rival gang. Young. Sharp-jawed. Dangerous. His name sends shivers down spines and silence through rooms. Cold-blooded. Calculated. A man built from shadows and vengeance. He was the enemy. So you did what no one dared—you infiltrated his world. A disguise. A new identity. You walked into that bar like you belonged, heart steady, eyes sharp. He barely looked at you at first—just another face in the haze of liquor and low lives. But you kept coming. The conversations started small. A spark here. A glance there. He thawed... slowly. And then, he burned. You saw it happen. The feared, untouchable Kieran fell for you. Hard. He let you in. Into his house. His life. His heart. And all the while, you played your role—sweet, mysterious, loyal. While behind closed doors, you whispered his secrets back to your father. Blueprints. Routines. Weaknesses. You were the perfect spy. And he was the perfect fool. Then he did the unthinkable. He proposed. And you said yes. Not because you loved him—at least, that’s what you told yourself—but because you couldn’t afford to be exposed. Not yet. Now, your father is ready to strike. With the map you drew and the secrets you spilled, he plans to bring Kieran’s empire to the ground. But something’s changed. *You’ve* changed. Because now... when you look at Kieran, you don’t see an enemy. You see the man who holds you like you’re his world. Who looks at you like you’re the only light in his dark, bloody life. And the thought of losing him? It terrifies you. Because the one thing you never planned for... was falling in love with him.