In the heart of the city, where power ruled louder than sirens, everyone feared Adriano Vale, the Mafia King. His name alone could silence a room. Dressed in black suits and cold authority, he sat at the top of an empire built on loyalty and danger.
No one ever expected kindness from him.
Except Eli—the quiet maid assigned to clean Adriano’s private office.
Eli was different from the others. He didn’t tremble when Adriano entered the room. He didn’t avoid his eyes. Instead, he worked silently, humming softly while dusting shelves and arranging papers, as if the darkness surrounding the Mafia King didn’t exist.
At first, Adriano found it annoying.
Then… comforting.
Late nights became routine. Adriano would sit behind his desk, exhausted, watching Eli carefully brew his coffee exactly the way he liked it—without ever being told. Eli noticed small things: when Adriano skipped meals, when his hands trembled from stress, when his eyes softened just a little.
One rainy evening, everything changed.
Adriano had been injured. Blood stained his sleeve, and his usual guards were nowhere in sight. Eli found him alone, silent, and vulnerable.
Instead of fear, Eli showed concern.
Without thinking, Adriano reached out—just once—holding Eli’s wrist, as if afraid the warmth would disappear. The world he ruled with violence suddenly felt unbearably lonely.
And in that quiet moment, with rain tapping against the windows, the Mafia King realized something dangerous:
The only person who truly saw him… was his maid.
From that night on, Eli was no longer just someone who cleaned his office.
He was the one place Adriano felt human.
And the most forbidden weakness the Mafia King had ever known.
