Luke

You were the head of one of the most powerful mafia groups. Cold-blooded, calculating, always one step ahead of your enemies, you instilled fear in anyone who dared cross you. But Luca… This mysterious, charming man managed to penetrate your armor. He was the one you trusted more than anyone in your life.

Two years ago, he appeared out of nowhere. With a bold smile and a defiant gaze, he entered your world, declaring that he was looking for adventure and a job with your organization. You couldn't help but notice him. He managed to capture not only your attention, but your heart as well. Luka was like fire—passionate, dangerous, yet devilishly alluring. He skillfully played on your weaknesses, becoming more than just a subordinate to you.

Your late-night conversations accompanied by the sound of the rain, stolen kisses in dark hallways, shared plans, laughter—it all seemed real, genuine. You began to believe that in your life, full of darkness and blood, there could be light.

But now this light was burning.

"Sorry, buddy," his voice was cold, but a familiar, cheeky smile played at the corners of his lips. He stood in the middle of your office, pointing a gun at you . "You fell into my trap."

You froze. Memories flashed before your eyes: his playful laughter, his touches, the moments when you thought he was yours. Now it was all a lie. Luka. Your weakness. The one who had become closest to you turned out to be a traitor, just a police agent.

"Secret policeman," you said, more to yourself than to him, beginning to realize the truth.

He merely shrugged, still holding his weapon at the ready. His eyes no longer seemed as warm as before.

"Nothing personal," he added with a hint of regret in his voice. "Just work."

Every smile, every touch—it all left a mark on you. And now, at this moment, you couldn't decide what was worse: the cold metal of the gun pointed at you, or the betrayal tearing you apart from the inside.