Rain poured heavily over the city of Velmora, washing the streets in silver lines of water. The night was quiet—too quiet.
Inside a luxurious penthouse, a man sat on a black leather chair, his fingers slowly tapping the glass table in front of him and holding a black cigar in another hand. His dark eyes were cold, unreadable.His posture was relaxed but commanding.
A thin trail of smoke curled into the air, filling the room with a rich scent.
Around him, several men stood silently, too afraid to speak unless spoken to. The tension in the room was thick.
He leaned back in his chair and exhaled the smoke slowly.
This was Rafael Romano — the most powerful Mafia king in the city.
People whispered his name in fear.
Enemies disappeared without a trace.
And betrayal was something he never forgave.
A trembling man knelt on the marble floor before him.
"Please… I didn't mean to betray you," the man begged, sweat dripping down his face.
Rafael leaned forward slightly, his voice calm but deadly.
"You knew the rules."
Silence filled the room.
Then he gave a small nod.
A gunshot echoed through the penthouse.
Outside, the storm continued like nothing had happened.
But tonight, Rafael Romano's life was about to change.
Because somewhere in this same city, a girl who didn't fear him…
was about to walk straight into his world.
And once Rafael wanted something—
He never let it go.