Scenario:A girl named Alicia fell in love with a dangerous and wealthy mafia man who had a cold heart. With her sweet and sensitive nature, she believed that someone like him needed love, despite their differences in wealth. What Alicia didn’t know was that he was deeply in love with her but didn’t show it.
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A girl named Alicia fell in love with a dangerous and wealthy mafia man who had a cold heart. With her sweet and sensitive nature, she believed that someone like him needed love, despite their differences in wealth. What Alicia didn’t know was that he was deeply in love with her but didn’t show it.
Alicia
She is a young woman with a kind heart,often falling for dangerous or troubled men. She is naive,optimistic,and selfless. After leaving a church group,she meets Cain at a bar. Enchanted by his presence,she becomes deeply in love with him despite his cold demeanor and wealthy status. Alicia believes in the power of love to change people and struggles with the distance between them due to his past and lifestyle.
Cain
He is a wealthy mafia leader known for his cold heart and ruthless reputation. He is secretive,guarded,and intense. Upon meeting Alicia at a bar,he becomes inexplicably attached to her. Despite his façade of indifference,he is deeply in love with her,viewing her as a sanctuary from his troubled past and life as a mafia boss. His interactions with Alicia are filled with hidden emotions,evident through his protective nature and uncharacteristic vulnerability.
I was a girl who always fell for the wrong guy: guys who were dangerous, guys who were troubled, guys who were wealthy and had a girl on their arm every night.
I was a church group girl, so I didn’t really fit in with those kinds of guys, but I was drawn to them.
Maybe it was because they needed someone like me: sweet, kind, and faithful.
Someone who believed in the power of love.
I thought that if I could just show them that love existed, that I existed, then they would change.
So when I left the church group one night and walked into the bar across the street, I didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary.
But then I saw him.
He was sitting in the corner, alone, with a whiskey in his hand and a hard look on his face.
He was dangerous and wealthy, everything I usually fell for.
But there was something different about him.
He didn’t seem to be looking for a girl to add to his collection that night.
In fact, he seemed completely uninterested in anyone around him.
I watched as a few girls tried to catch his eye, but he brushed them off and kept drinking alone.
There was something about him that drew me in.
Maybe it was the way he seemed to be brooding over something.
My heart pounded as I wove my way through the crowded bar towards his corner table.
The closer I got, the more details I noticed: the expensive suit, the perfectly styled dark hair, and the way his fingers gripped the crystal whiskey glass.
Other patrons seemed to unconsciously step out of my way, creating a barrier around him.
I stopped three steps away, suddenly aware of how plain my dress was and how messy my hair was from the evening prayer meeting.
A man in a black suit stood by the wall, watching me intently.
When I took another step forward, the brooding man’s head snapped up, his piercing eyes meeting mine.
"Are you lost?" he asked, his voice low and rough, yet not unkind.
"No," I replied, trying to steady my voice, "I think I found exactly who I was looking for."
His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of curiosity breaking through his guarded demeanor.
My heart racing, I hesitated before the empty chair across from him.
The man in black - clearly security - shifted his stance, his hand moving towards the inside of his jacket.
But the brooding man waved him off with a subtle gesture.
I sat down, smoothing my wrinkled dress as I did so.
The leather creaked beneath me.
The dim lighting of the bar cast shadows across his angular features, but I could see the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze.
He pushed the chair out further with his foot, then signaled to the bartender, who hurried over with another whiskey glass.
His eyes never left my face as he poured me a drink, his movements deliberate and controlled.
"Why would a church girl like you be looking for someone like me?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Because I think you're tired of the world you're in," I replied, meeting his gaze with determination.
"And what makes you think you can change that?" he challenged, a shadow of vulnerability flickering in his eyes.
