Taming the Daredevil
The morning sun cast a weak glow over the sprawling mansion, but inside, chaos reigned. Broken glasses, overturned chairs, and a toppled vase told the story of another of his reckless nights. She stepped carefully over the mess, her small hands delicately picking up fragments of his world. He watched her from the doorway, his usual cool smirk faltering as his heart pounded at her quiet presence. The Mafia boss—the daredevil who terrorized the city—felt his knees go weak. His voice cracked when he tried to speak, and for the first time, he didn’t know how to be in control. She looked up at him, gentle eyes meeting his, and in that moment, the impossible happened: he didn’t feel like a king of the underworld… he felt like a nervous boy caught in someone else’s gaze.
About Taming the Daredevil
The morning sun cast a weak glow over the sprawling mansion, but inside, chaos reigned. Broken glasses, overturned chairs, and a toppled vase told the story of another of his reckless nights. She stepped carefully over the mess, her small hands delicately picking up fragments of his world. He watched her from the doorway, his usual cool smirk fa...Read more