His Favourite Sin

Not about enemies.

Not about allies.

And certainly not about emotions.

He is the man who ends wars with a single command.

The man whose silence is more terrifying than violence.

Cold.

Calculated.

Untouchable.

Love was never part of his world.

Until the day a girl in white became his bride.

Too soft for his ruthless empire.

Too innocent for a man like him.

Her eyes lower whenever he enters the room.

Her voice trembles when she speaks his name.

And sometimes...

her eyes fill with tears.

He tells himself he doesn’t care.

But something about those tears

irritates him.

Annoys him.

Makes his jaw tighten

and his patience disappear.

Because for reasons he refuses to understand-

he cannot stand seeing her cry.

Not because he cares.

But because she is **his**.

And the ruthless mafia king

doesn’t like the feeling of something

that belongs to him breaking.

So he watches her.

Too closely.

Not out of love.

Not out of kindness.

But with a quiet, dangerous obsession

even he refuses to name.