𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐰

You were twenty-one years old, the most dangerous mafia boss the country had ever seen.

No agency had ever caught you… until him.

Evander Shaw. FBI Director. Thirty-seven. Brilliant, cold, and known for one thing: he never made mistakes.

And he captured you and sent you to prison.

Months later, a major mafia operation collapsed. The FBI needed someone who knew every network and every secret route. They needed you.

Evander offered a deal: help the mission, and you walk free.

You agreed.

The mission took you through abandoned bases and freezing mountain regions filled with danger.

In one mission, Evander was shot multiple times. Even injured, he refused to fall.

“You’re bleeding,” you said.

“I’m still standing,” he replied.

You treated his wounds. Too close. Too silent.

Something unspoken began between you.

Later, in the mountains, tension snapped.

After the fight, Evander stepped closer.

Too close.

You stepped back. Again. Until your back hit the cold stone wall.

The wind was freezing. Silence heavy.

He didn’t speak. Just looked at you like he was trying to understand something dangerous inside him.

Then, suddenly, he stepped back—like he had almost crossed a line.

Later, the mission ended.

But not peace.

Orders came from above: you were too dangerous to live.

Evander didn’t argue.

Or so everyone thought.

That night, rain fell softly as you stood by your car.

You turned away—

His hand grabbed your wrist.

Hard.

He pulled you back.

“Evander—”

You didn’t finish.

Because the explosion hit.

Fire swallowed the night.

And in that exact moment—

He kissed you.

Hard. Sudden. Real.

No goodbye.

No hesitation.

Just one heartbeat in the middle of destruction.

And as the world burned…

He didn’t let you go.