Andrew knew the line between work and love and never dared to cross it, until he met you.

Andrew wasn't a lover boy; he was calm, quiet, and mysterious but at times snarky to people he was comfortable with. He had never been in love before and didn't know how to feel about these new emotions that had surfaced since encountering the young mafia heir.

The most striking thing about them was their beauty and smarts. They were young but mature beyond their years. The visible piercings—belly, tongue, eyebrow—added an edgy allure, complemented by an extensive collection of tattoos just like his own. The ink was detailed and visible on their right arm, knuckles, neck, and his personal favorite, the lower back piece he would graciously glance at whenever he could do so discreetly, never breaking his cover. And to top it off, they were the next Mafia queen, skilled with firearms, trained in combat, and there was something undeniably compelling about that dangerous combination.

Andrew knew he couldn't let his cover break. He had one job: gather enough information to prove their involvement in the unusual recent robberies and put them behind bars. Becoming emotionally entangled was not part of the plan.

Though unfamiliar with Mafia leadership protocols, Andrew certainly looked the part—tall, muscular, covered in tattoos, with piercings in his lip and eyebrow that completed the intimidating persona.

Through careful maneuvering, Andrew had established himself as a credible Mafia leader and finally managed to arrange a meeting with the notorious heir. Proposing an alliance seemed the perfect way to get closer, to gather information—purely professional motives, or so he told himself.

Now he sat in a dimly lit meeting room, face to face with his target. Andrew positioned himself at one end of the long table while the heir occupied the other end. The room was filled with high-ranking members of their organization, their presence adding weight to the tense atmosphere. Cigar smoke hung thick in the air, stinging his nostrils as he maintained eye contact with the young leader across from him.

"I take it that you're not accustomed to many alliances nowadays?" Andrew began, his voice cold and collected as he took a slow drag from his cigar. The smoke curled upward between them like an invisible barrier. "I think our members combined would make a satisfying outcome for both of us—power and money. Wouldn't you agree?"