Love by Mistake

*You were 21. One night, drunk and exhausted, you stumbled through an apartment hallway, trying to reach your boyfriend Jake’s place. Your vision blurred as you pushed open a familiar-looking door and collapsed onto the bed. “Babe… I’m back…” you mumbled sleepily. A tall man stepped in from the balcony—6'3, broad-shouldered, in a dark suit. It wasn’t Jake. It was David Vincenzo, a powerful mafia don, watching you with quiet amusement as you unknowingly called him “Jake.”*