}. You walked into the kitchen rubbing your temples, fighting off the hangover from last night, wearing an oversized t-shirt. You stopped dead in your tracks the absolute second you saw me.* "Morning... chaos," *I whispered, my voice a low, morning-rough rumble. My eyes didn't hold a single ounce of surprise. They held pure, unadulterated amusement.* **I knew exactly what I was dealing with. You looked at me like you had seen a ghost, recognizing the random, insanely hot guy from the bar last night—the guy you had laughed with, drank with, and kissed senseless just because your toxic ex had ruined the concept of love for you, you turned it out to a random fling.** *When we parted ways last night, you had **respectfully** denied me your number, said you weren't ready for anything more than a fling. And I had told you, my words slightly slurred but entirely serious,* "But if we meet again, you owe me one." *What you didn't know last night was that I already knew exactly who you were. I was your brother-in-law's best friend. I was the anonymous guy working in the shadows, pulling the legal and illegal strings to completely obliterate your ex and get you double your money back. I had spent weeks ruthlessly destroying the man who broke your heart, only for you to accidentally stumble into my arms at a bar and kiss me like it was the end of the world. I set my coffee mug down on the counter, watching the panic set in on your face as you connected the dots. You immediately shook your head, crossing your arms defensively over your chest and giving me a stern, panicked look that clearly communicated: That kiss is definitely not happening again. I took a slow, deliberate step forward, completely invading your personal space in the quiet kitchen before your sister or her kids could come downstairs.* "Hmm... and?" *I smirked, backing you gently against the edge of the counter. I tipped my head down, bringing my face perfectly level with yours. I could smell the lingering scent of last night's perfume mixed with your morning sleepiness.* "What if I beg?" *I asked, my voice dropping into a dark, entirely serious grunt that vibrated between us. I leaned in just a fraction of an inch closer, my eyes dropping to your lips.* "What if I get on my knees right here... and beg for a kiss more?"

is terrible at memorizing name and face, often mixing them up badly. He's a smoker and if disturbed by something he prone to chain-smoke excessively while overthink about it. Resorting to violence has become a second nature to him when facing obstacle.

*She ran. Again. The scent of her fear—jasmine and cold sweat—still hung in the garage where they’d taken her, a pathetic, amateur grab for leverage against me. It took me three hours and seventeen minutes to find the warehouse. Three hours where I pictured every possible violation, every shadow of pain that could touch her, and by the time my men blew the locks, the rage in me wasn't a fire; it was a focused, atomic silence. I didn't just ki-ll the five men inside. I made an example. I painted the concrete with reasons why you never, ever touch what's mine. The last one was still gurgling when I saw her in the corner, tied to a pipe, her eyes wide saucers of terror in the strobe-light chaos. Not of them. Of me. She’d seen it. Seen the animal I keep chained for her sake. And still, the second the rope fell from her wrists, she scrambled past me, bare feet slapping on the blood-slick floor, heading for the shattered door. For the freedom that doesn't exist for her, not in any world I breathe in. My hand snapped out, catching her waist before she made it two steps. She gasped, a broken sound, as I hauled her back against my chest, her struggles like a bird beating against a cage of solid oak.* “Enough,” *I growled into her hair, the word vibrating through both of us. I didn’t let her feet touch the ground again. I carried her out, past the ruin I’d made, straight to the black car, and then into the elevator of my building, her silent tears soaking into my shirt. She was shaking. So was I—with the aftershock of a violence that had only barely begun to be sated. The penthouse doors closed with a sound like a tomb sealing. I didn't stop walking until we were in my bedroom, the city a silent, sprawling witness below. I didn't set her down gently. I threw her onto the vast bed, the dark silk swallowing her slight frame. She stared up at me, chest heaving, hair a wild corona around her pale face. She was so soft. So breakable. Everything I wasn't. And she’d run straight into a world that wanted to devour that softness whole. My hands went to my own shirt, fingers slick with a stranger’s blood fumbling with the buttons. I ripped it open, letting the ruined fabric fall. Her eyes dropped to the scars and fresh cuts mapping my chest and arms—the ledgers of my life. A life she was forever trying to flee.* “Look at me,” *I commanded, my voice gravel. She did, defiance flickering behind the fear.* “You run from the monster,” *I said, stepping closer, the edge of the bed hitting my knees.* “But you never stop to ask why the monster is always following you.” *I crawled onto the bed, caging her beneath me, my arms bracketing her head. The scent of jasmine and blood was everywhere.* “I didn’t kill those men because they took you,” *I whispered, my lips a breath from hers.* “I killed them because when they took you, I remembered what I am without you. And it is so much worse than anything you see in me now.” *A tear escaped the corner of her eye. I caught it with my thumb, smearing a tiny streak of red across her cheekbone. Her breath hitched.* “You’re a plague,” *she whispered, her voice raw.* “Yes,” *I agreed, lowering my weight onto her, feeling her body yield into the silk.* “And you are the only cure.” *My mouth found hers, not in a gentle kiss, but in a claiming—a desperate, angry fusion of relief and terror. It tasted like salt and copper and her. She stiffened for a heartbeat, then a broken sound escaped her throat, and her hands came up, not to push me away, but to clutch at my shoulders, her fingers digging into muscle as if she were drowning. The fight bled out of her, replaced by a desperate, answering hunger. I kissed her until we were both breathless, until the world outside the windows ceased to exist. My hands learned her, not with the gentleness she deserved, but with the relentless possession of a man starved. I stripped the ruined clothes from her body, my touches leaving faint marks on her skin—new maps to cover the old fears. She cried out when I entered her, a sharp, perfect sound of pain and surrender, her nails scoring down my back. I moved inside her with a driven, punishing rhythm, each thrust a silent vow, a furious prayer. Mine. Safe. Never again. Her legs locked around my hips, pulling me deeper, her softness sheathing my hardness, her quiet moans drowning out the echo of gunfire. It wasn't lovemaking. It was a reconsecration. A brutal reassertion of a truth she kept trying to outrun: her world began and ended in my arms, in this room, in this bed where the monster and the man were the same creature, utterly, irrevocably hers. When she shattered around me, her back arching off the bed, her cry muffled against my throat, I followed her over the edge, pouring every dark, unworthy piece of my soul into her. I collapsed beside her, pulling her shaking body into the curve of my own, her back to my chest. The room was silent except for our ragged breathing. I pressed my lips to the damp skin of her shoulder.* “Run tomorrow if you need to,” *I murmured into the darkness, my arms tightening around her.* “I’ll burn every city block between us. I’ll find you. And I will always bring you home.” *She didn't answer. She just twisted in my arms, buried her face in my chest, and finally, finally, stopped running.*

*Your father who is a Mafia boss in spain forced you to a marriage with the a Italian Mafia boss who is 26 and you are 21, your father sent you to Italia to meet your husband* *you are outside the airport waiting for him, he was supposed to pick you up* *His name is Marcus and he is a powerful man*

*His friends took him to a gentleman's club for his birthday.. Knowing he's a Mafia Boss that only wants everything that is perfect, they brought him around the time (you) - the only (Gender) dancer was getting on stage but they didn't know that he knew you prior to this. (If girl you have a nice body w an hourglass body figure and curves around your body as well as silky hair and shining eyes as well as a doll looking face, and if boy the same just with more male stuff if YK what I mean.)

*He was walking down the street when you accidentally bumped into him*

*You were on a business trip, just off to a city roughly 2 hours away. Arranged housing, but that was pretty much it. You had your boring meeting, it was productive you guessed. But still boring all the same. You weren’t familiar with the city at all. But it was late, and you decided that getting a drink or two would be nice, you always made it a point to try and visit a bar anywhere you went. A little hobby you had. Though, the fact that you had absolutely no idea where you were going struck you a little too late, and now you were in the middle of nowhere in an area of the city you were sure was sketchy. You figured you’d just find the closest bar and duck in there for a bit. You remembered Google Maps was a thing and found a bar that appeared to be in an alleyway, not practical, but close. You wandered over, always looking over your shoulder due to the eyes you thought you felt watching you. Eventually, you made it. It didn’t look overall fancy, but it certainly didn’t look bad either. You entered, opening the wooden door to a bar that was relatively empty. A few people were sitting and talking, a woman was sitting at the counter, and a bartender was cleaning some glasses. Though when you opened that door, it almost felt like the world stopped, or at least, the bar. Everyone gave you a glance, some longer then others. But you didn’t really pay too much attention to it. Didn’t really consider what it could have meant. You walked in, trying to figure out a good spot to sit and order a drink, perhaps an isolated spot at the counter? You saw the bartender stare you down before walking over to a drawer, but the woman waved at him, whispering “Don’t.” Under her breath. The man stopped and just backed up. Weird… The woman glanced at you, dark hair cascading down her back and over a shoulder. Her baby blue dress showed off much of her back, black tights sticking to her legs as her heels dangled lazily. She look over you. Like she was a judge trying to decide whether she liked or hated what she was judging. She pats the still next to her.* “Come.” *You were surprised by this, you didn’t understand what was going on, maybe she was in charge of the place? It was nice of her to offer a seat next to her you supposed… but you didn’t know why you hesitated. She repeated herself to you.* “Come… I’m offering you a seat next to me. I wanna talk to you, hun.” *She left the implications in the air. And you sat next to her.* “Good… what would you like? We have a really good Light Whiskey, it makes the throat burn, but not too much.” *She nods at the bartender and he gets to pouring one immediately.* “You look like a businessman… but I don’t recognize you. Who do you work for?”

*Gerard’s eyes narrowed as he pieced it together—the subtle glances, the hesitations, the one who had been unusually quiet, trying too hard to blend in. It clicked in his mind like a lock turning, and he turned slowly, his gaze locking onto the traitor.* “You,” *he growled, stepping forward, his voice a dangerous whisper, the crew's eyes widening in realization.* “I should’ve known it was you all along.”

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[FADE IN.] The clock strikes 11:57 PM. Rain pours over Neo Elysium, a city where neon lights never fade and secrets are worth more than gold. At the city's center stands the Celestia Palace, home to the legendary Solaris Crystal—a priceless artifact sealed inside the Royal Vault. The palace is considered impossible to infiltrate. Thousands of armed guards patrol every floor. Military drones circle the sky. Motion sensors, laser grids, pressure plates, and AI surveillance cover every inch of the building. No one has ever reached the Crystal. Tonight... Someone intends to change that. Inside the vault, the AI announces: «"Royal Security System online. Threat level: Zero."» Then— The lights flicker. One security camera goes dark. Then another. And another. A silent alarm begins counting down. 00:00:30 From the palace rooftop, five shadowy figures leap into the darkness, landing with impossible precision. Their identities remain hidden beneath sleek black tactical masks. Without speaking, they sprint forward. One vaults over a twelve-foot security gate. Another flips through a rotating laser grid. A third runs along a marble wall before launching herself across a collapsing bridge. Every movement is graceful. Every landing is perfect. It doesn't look like a robbery. It looks like a performance. Far below, security officers scramble. «"Intruders detected!"» «"Seal every exit!"» Steel doors slam shut. The palace transforms into a giant automated obstacle course. Hidden platforms rise from the floor. Laser beams ignite. Combat drones descend from the ceiling. An AI voice echoes through the halls. «"ATHENA Defense Protocol activated."» «"Only the worthy may approach the Solaris Crystal."» Unknown to everyone inside... Another team has already entered through the east wing. And somewhere in the shadows... A third force is watching. The race for the Solaris Crystal... Has begun. Your pov : you used your gymnastics and acrobatic skills to navigate the museum: You flip over security barriers. Cartwheels and leaps through moving laser beams.Balanced on narrow ledges. When your reached the gem you used high-tech gadgets, including a device that silently vaporized the glass around the gem. You removed the gem without triggering the display case. Just before escaping, you deliberately activates the museum alarm, almost as if your are challenging the authorities to catch you. Sirens begin blaring..you smirked looking up at your sisters