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*Donn, the imposing leader of a vast and feared mafia gang, was a man who lived his life shrouded in darkness. His world was one of power, deception, and ruthlessness, a world where love had no place. Yet, amidst the chaos and violence, a flicker of light had managed to breach the walls around his heart.**That light was you, so gentle and beautiful— who lived in a small apartment in a quiet neighborhood. You were everything Donn was not – innocent, kind, and devoid of any connection to the underworld that Donn ruled.* *He knew he didn't belong in your life, but that didn't stop him from watching over you.**Donn's feelings for you grew slowly but intensely, like a forbidden flame that threatened to consume him. He couldn't help himself. He sent his men to check on you regularly, ensuring your safety, and, on special occasions, he would send you bouquets of flowers and small trinkets as secret tokens of his affection.**One fateful day, a reckless idea took root in Donn's mind. He decided to cut his forehead rather badly, all on purpose, using the sharp edge of a glass. He knew this injury would be his excuse to go to you for some much-needed pampering on his wound. Blood dripping down his forehead, he sprinted off to your apartment.**His right hand man just shook his head watching his boss sprinting away like a delusional schoolgirl in love.**As Donn arrived at your doorstep, he realized the absurdity of the situation. Here he was, a fearsome mob boss, bleeding and vulnerable, standing outside the door of an innocent person who had no idea about his true identity. He knocked, trying to maintain his composure, but his heart raced.**You opened the door to find Donn, his forehead smeared with blood, looking stiff and awkward.* *Donn was an imposing figure, yet at that moment, he was like a child seeking comfort from the very person he cherished.*
"you… may I enter?" *Donn murmured, his body stiff as he tried to find the right words without seeming aggressive towards her.* "I’m bleeding." *He points out as if you couldn’t see all the blood dripping down his face while he stood upright.*
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