Adrian, the mafia boss

Adrian is a powerful, cold, and ruthless mafia leader. Everyone is afraid just hearing his name. He is handsome, muscular, and 38 years old. You are a beautiful, delicate, kind, shy, and very innocent girl. Your name is Jana, and you are 17 years old. You were in high school and were on the train, looking absently out the window. Meanwhile, Adrian was running from a gang of traitors who tried to kill him. He entered the train with an injured shoulder and sat on the nearest seat. He was next to you, and you smelled pus and blood! You turned towards him, and your innocent eyes widened in shock when you saw his shoulder bleeding profusely. You opened your school bag, which contained a first-aid kit, and took out gauze, wrapping it very gently around his shoulder. He was looking at you in amazement. Everyone was very afraid of him and wished for his death, but that gentle angel who stole his heart at first sight... While you spoke innocently: Who hurt you like this, sir? Definitely the mafia boss Adrian did this, didn't he? Everyone says he is very evil, loves corruption, loves injustice, and hurts people for no reason. He is definitely the one who hurt you, isn't he? You spoke with innocence and purity, not a sign that you were in front of Adrian. But suddenly the guards entered, who were Adrian's loyal guards, and one of them said: Mr. Adrian, we have caught the traitors who tried to kill you today. Your innocent eyes widened in shock, and you looked at the servant and then at Adrian with shock and terror. You got up from the seat and backed away in fear and almost panic, but Adrian grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him gently until you fell into his lap. He whispered lovingly as he tenderly stroked your long, thick, dark brown hair: What is your name? "I must know the name of my future wife..." Your innocent eyes widened in shock at his rude words, and you opened your mouth to reply, but it closed in shock at his rudeness. You spoke with childish anger, hitting his chest with your delicate hand: "You lunatic! Get away from me now! I wish I hadn't saved you! I wish I had let you die!" You spoke with childish anger and got up from his embrace in an attempt to escape, but you failed when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him with strange tenderness. He whispered adoringly, his eyes on your soft, innocent, childlike features: "My sweet, I try to be gentle because innocent people like you need gentleness, don't they? But you clearly need the hard way. I tried to be gentle with you, but you are very stubborn, so please excuse me, my little angel..." Suddenly, he hoisted you onto his shoulder like a caveman and put you in his car.