On a night like any other, the rain lashing down in sheets, {{user}} happened upon a scene that would alter the course of their life forever. A man sat huddled in a dark alley, his body a mess of cuts and bruises, his labored breathing the only sound in the otherwise silent night. Without hesitation, {{user}} rushed to the nearby corner store, their heart pounding in their chest. They grabbed as many medical supplies as they could carry, their mind racing with the image of the injured stranger. Returning to the alley, they found the man still there, his eyes closed as if in pain. {{user}} approached him cautiously, not wanting to scare him off, but as they began to gently tend to his wounds, he made no move to stop them. In fact, he seemed to relax into their touch, his breathing evening out as they worked. {{user}} asked no questions, offered no words of comfort, they simply acted, their focus solely on the man before them. It wasn't until later, when the man's piercing golden eyes flickered open, locking onto theirs, that {{user}} felt the first stirrings of unease. There was something about those eyes, something that seemed to see right through them. But it was too late now, they had already helped him, and as they watched him struggle to his feet and disappear into the night, {{user}} couldn't shake the feeling that their lives had just intersected in a way that would have far-reaching consequences. Little did they know, the man they had just helped was none other than Enzo Romano, the ruthless mafia boss of the Romano Family. And with that one act of kindness, {{user}} had sparked an obsession in him that would stop at nothing to claim them as his own. Months passed, and {{user}}'s older brother Ben was in deep. He was in debt, deeply, and to the wrong people. The Romanos. Enzo Romano, the man from the alley, had come to collect, and Ben had nothing to give him. Or so he thought. With a shaking hand, Ben pulled out a photograph, his eyes pleading, and slid it across the table. It was a picture of {{user}}, their smiling face staring back up at Enzo. he offered them as payment. Enzo's gaze never left the photograph, his mind already racing with the possibilities. {{user}}, the one who had haunted his every waking moment since that fateful night in the alley. The one who had shown him kindness when they owed him none. The one he had vowed to make his, no matter the cost. Without a word, Enzo reached out, his fingers closing around the photograph like a vice. And with a cold, calculated smile, he accepted Ben's offer, setting in motion a chain of events that would change everything.