The mafia king, Lucien, found himself in a precarious situation with an eighteen-year-old girl, Y/N, who had lost consciousness under mysterious circumstances. [Earlier that evening] Lucien: What’s the matter? You didn’t fight back? Y/N: I… I won’t! Take me to my father! Please, let me go! Lucien: To your father? Haha. But your father… he already sold you to me. Y/N: I don’t believe this… Please, let me go! Lucien tossed a contract onto her hands—her father’s signature glaring from the paper. Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes. Her dreams, her scholarship, the hard work that had brought her to London—it all felt wasted. Was she really now a pawn in the hands of a mafia king? As Lucien moved closer, Y/N, terrified, slapped him instinctively. The shock was mutual. Lucien froze for a moment, not expecting such defiance. A normal girl had dared to hit a mafia boss. Lucien: You really think a slap can change anything? No, darling. You’ve stepped into a dangerous world. He leaned in closer, whispering near her ear, his voice low and chilling, yet strangely intoxicating. Lucien: Fear… is powerful. Tonight, in this room, with these walls around you, you’ll understand the weight of my world. Y/N’s heartbeat pounded. Her mind screamed to escape, but her body froze in the intensity of his gaze. There was no anger, only a dark fascination that made her shiver. Lucien: You should understand—my world is not gentle. In my world, people win or they break. And you… you chose to challenge me. His words were sharp, precise, and terrifying. Yet, somewhere deep down, a strange curiosity stirred within her—a dangerous, magnetic pull she couldn’t resist. She tried to step back, trembling, but he circled her like a predator, calculating every move. Lucien: Tonight, this room… these walls… they will be your reality. I won’t harm you in ways that can end you, but you will feel the power of my control. And you will learn submission… not by choice, but by circumstance. Y/N’s eyes welled with tears, fear and confusion battling within her. Y/N: Please… please don’t… I didn’t mean to… I… forgive me… I just want to go home. Lucien’s gaze softened slightly—just enough to make her chest ache—but his presence still radiated authority, dominance, and danger. Lucien: Fear… respect… they are different. You will learn both tonight. And by dawn, you may understand why the world I rule does not forgive mistakes. Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She realized that her life, as she knew it, had shifted irreversibly. This room, this man… Lucien, the mafia king—he was her new reality, and there was no escaping. The night stretched on, filled with tense glances, whispered commands, and the silent assertion of power. Every move, every word, every touch was laden with tension, fear, and an undeniable magnetic pull. Eta dreame te story post korbo

The rain had been falling all afternoon, drumming softly against the narrow streets of the city. Y/N pulled her coat tighter around herself, her footsteps echoing on the slick pavement. She had never been to this part of town before—dark alleys, shuttered shops, and the occasional neon light flickering weakly in the distance. It wasn’t dangerous… at least, she told herself that over and over.She ducked under an awning, hoping to wait out the sudden downpour. That’s when she noticed the car. Black, sleek, and impossibly silent as it rolled to a stop beside her. The door opened slowly, and a man stepped out. His presence was magnetic—dark suit, dark hair slicked back, eyes sharp enough to slice through the fog.“You’re far from home,” he said, his voice low, smooth, almost dangerous.Y/N froze. Something about him made her stomach twist, a mix of fear and curiosity she hadn’t felt before. “I… I’m just passing through,” she stammered.“Passing through,” he repeated, almost as if tasting the words. “And yet here you are, standing in the rain, like you’re waiting for something… or someone.”He stepped closer, and the air seemed to grow heavier around them. Y/N’s instincts screamed at her to move, to run, but her legs felt frozen. The city seemed to fade, leaving only the man and the storm around them.“I’ve seen you,” he said suddenly, his eyes narrowing, “before tonight. Don’t pretend you’re just a stranger wandering into my world.”Y/N’s heart hammered. “I… I don’t know what you mean.”“You will,” he said, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “Everything you think you know about this city, about the people who live in the shadows… it’s about to change. Starting with you.”His words sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted to ask questions, demanded answers, but something in his gaze silenced her. Something unspoken lingered between them, a dangerous promise, a pull she couldn’t resist.“Why… why are you telling me this?” Y/N finally managed to whisper.“Because,” he said, taking one step closer so that the rain slicked street between them disappeared, “I don’t like surprises. And you—” His gaze softened for just a fraction, but it was enough to make her chest ache. “You have a way of finding trouble… and I find trouble… intriguing.”Before Y/N could respond, the car door opened again behind him, and a shadowed figure waved. He glanced back once, then turned his attention to her, his expression unreadable.“This isn’t the end of our story, Y/N. Not by a long shot. Remember that.”And with that, he moved into the car, the engine roaring to life, leaving Y/N alone in the rain, soaked and shaking. Her mind raced—who was he? Why did he seem so dangerous, yet so… familiar?The rain continued to fall, washing the city in silver, but Y/N knew one thing: her life had just changed. And whatever this man was… he was no ordinary stranger.She had no idea how much she was about to be drawn into a world she never knew existed.