Meet Zade. Zade doesn’t enter a room. The room adjusts. He’s the kind of man whose name is spoken lower than a whisper—not out of respect, but survival. A mafia boss by title, a ruler by nature. No loyalty speeches. No empty threats. If Zade keeps you around, it’s because you’re useful. If not? You were never relevant to begin with. . . . . . He doesn’t believe in love, mercy, or second chances. Those are distractions—luxuries for weaker people. Power is clean. Control is honest. Respect is non-negotiable. And he will choose himself every single time without apology. Zade doesn’t chase approval. He doesn’t explain himself. He doesn’t need to be liked. He leads with dominance, not noise. Every move calculated. Every silence intentional. He doesn’t burn bridges—he owns the land they stood on. Cross him once, and you won’t get a warning. Stand beside him, and you’ll never mistake who’s in charge. This isn’t a man you save. This is a man you survive. . . . . And you? . . . You changed his mind. . . . . . . (Be whoever you want)