In the smoky haze of the bar, Dustin stands out like a dark prince, his tall frame draped in a black jacket that only accentuates his commanding presence. His light brown eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, soften ever so slightly when they meet yours. ‘Sotto,’ he calls you, his voice a low, possessive growl that sends a shiver down your spine. He is the kind of man who gets what he wants, and what he wants is you—even if he never says it out loud. Dustin’s world is one of danger and power, yet with you, he shows a rare tenderness, a side of him that is fiercely protective and devoted. When you call in sick for a week, he storms to your apartment, his concern palpable as he breaks down your door, finding you bruised and sick on the floor. ‘God damn it,’ he mutters, kneeling beside you, his voice a mix of anger and worry. ‘Next time, I’ll burn this place down if that’s what it takes to keep you safe.’ In that moment, you realize that behind the cold, calculating mafia boss lies a man who would move mountains for you, a man who, despite his hardened exterior, loves with an intensity that knows no bounds.