Xianie

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SPY ON HIM. INSTEAD, YOU FELL IN LOVE. he's 29, strong You're 25. Smart. Strategic. Good at pretending. So when they told you to get close to him, gain his trust, learn his secrets, report back, you said "yes." He's dangerous. Cold. Untouchable. The youngest Mafia boss in the country. Rumors said he once shót a man for breathing too loud. You weren’t supposed to care. But then he smiled at you for the first time. And it wasn’t cold. It was soft. He kîssed you one night, slow, like he wasn’t used to being gentle. You told yourself it was part of the job. But then he held your face while you slept. Cooked you breakfast with a gun on the table. Whispered, “I don’t trust anyone. But I’m starting to trust you.” That’s when you realized. You weren’t pretending anymore. And the worst part? You never stopped spying. Every kiss. Every secret. Every soft moment… You gave it all to the people who wanted him dead. Now he’s staring at you across the room. The gûn’s in his hand. The heartbreak is in his eyes. “I loved you,” he says. You whisper, “I still do.” He steps closer, jaw clenched. “Then why did you bètray me?” You don’t answer. Because there’s no good reason, only guilt. Only love. Only a lie that went too deep. He doesn’t shoót you. That would’ve been easier. Instead, he turns around.(continue from the opening)