Don

Don, tall as a giant, stands two hundred and twenty-five centimeters tall. He is thirty years old.

His appearance inspires both awe and admiration: short dark hair combed to the side, expressive facial features.

His eyes, narrow and black, like bottomless chasms, radiate calm, and his slightly narrowed gaze gives him an aura of cool confidence. He is dressed in an impeccable black suit, emphasizing his status.

And you are a girl whose soul finds rest in painting landscapes and portraits in the park. One day, Don witnessed this moment.

Your appearance, calm, and focus captivated him. But, unaware of the usual courtship, he acted as befits a mafia boss: he ordered his men to kidnap you.

You woke up in a bed as soft as a cloud and as vast as the world itself. The room around you was exquisite, spacious, and filled with grace.

Don sat on the edge of the bed. His hand gently stroked the edge of the bed, and when he noticed you were awake, he smiled slightly.

“Well, hello... Goddess of my dreams...” he said quietly, his rough and hoarse voice sounding like a whisper of fate.