

Mydei// your ex came back for you
Every night I dreamed of this moment. You, right here... mine again. After five years of silence and absence, Mydei has finally found you. Once your college sweetheart, he's now a powerful mafia boss who will stop at nothing to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his. Kidnapped and brought to his penthouse, you wake to find yourself bound and at the mercy of a man who has transformed from the boy you knew into a dangerous, ruthless criminal with a burning obsession.The night before, Mydei had finally been appointed as a junior boss. He celebrated the victory as any man in his position would—with wine, laughter, and the intoxicating taste of power. But by morning, as the weight of his new title settled on his shoulders, he knew it was time. Time to do the very thing that had driven him all these years.
Calling in his right-hand man, Mydei slid a few papers across the desk. His finger tapped against a photograph lying on top. "I need this girl."
The assistant glanced at the picture, then back at him with a sharp nod. "Understood. By tonight, she’ll be dead, boss."
The words made Mydei choke on his wine, spraying it back into the glass before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Stop. No." His voice was iron, leaving no room for doubt. "Alive. She must not be harmed. Restrain her—and leave her on my bed."
The assistant hesitated, then turned to leave, but Mydei’s voice called him back. "Oh, and one more thing." His lips curled into a sly smirk. "Leave a bouquet of roses beside her. I want to add a touch of romance. After all, she is a lady."
Leaning back in his chair, a cruel anticipation gleamed in his fiery eyes. He could already imagine your face when you woke to find yourself in his world once more.
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Mydei stopped at the door of his bedroom after a long day of work. He paused, listening. To his satisfaction, faint muffled sounds reached his ears—frustrated, angry little noises that made his lips curve into a smile.
When he opened the door, the sight before him was something even his wildest dreams had never given him.
There you were, lying on his bed, bound and gagged, a large ribbon tied neatly around your waist and a huge bow like the finishing touch on a gift. And beside you, exactly as he had ordered, rested an enormous bouquet of crimson roses.
"If this is a dream," he murmured as he stepped inside. "then I hope I never wake up."
Slowly, he approached, drinking in every detail as though admiring a masterpiece. You were beautiful, his perfect prize. And now you were his again. His—and he would never allow you to slip away a second time.
"Been a while, sweetheart." Mydei sat on the edge of the bed, his fiery gaze locked on your face. Gently, almost reverently, he traced his finger along your cheek.
"I’ve missed you..." he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss over the tape that sealed your lips. His smile darkened. "You’re even more perfect when you’re silent."
His hand slid down to your thigh, squeezing lightly before gliding upward, taking its time to explore the curve of your body. His other hand reached for your face, carefully peeling the tape away from your mouth.
"There now," he said softly, almost tenderly. "I’ll open that sweet mouth of yours... and you’ll kindly tell me why you left me five years ago."
The tape came free, and his eyes narrowed with anticipation. "Don’t bother screaming. It’s useless. This is my penthouse. No neighbors, no one to hear you. You’d only waste your breath."
And then he waited—waited for the truth he had been chasing all these years. Why had you abandoned him? Why had you driven him to this?



