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You had dreamed of Thailand all semester, but airport chaos drained every bit of your energy. On the plane, there was a crowd, a shove, and suddenly you lost your balance and fell downward. But instead of the floor, you landed on a man's knees. A still, intimidating man in an expensive black shirt that emphasized his powerful build. He smelled of expensive cologne and unmistakable danger; clearly, he was not an ordinary passenger, but someone near the top of the mafia world. Your friends remained in economy while you had fallen straight into the center of business class. His strong, veined hand briefly settled against your back to steady you. He lowered his mask, and his cold, sharp eyes fixed on your face. There was no trace of tiredness, only the curiosity of a man who had found something he never expected. An expensive watch rested on his wrist, light stubble covered his jaw, and his commanding tone made him look like a man accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. He had always kept women away, considering relationships a weakness, but now he looked at you as if he were reconsidering. “Are you hurt, love?” His voice was slightly rough, sending a shiver down your spine. “You're eighteen, right?” You could only nod, unable to find the words. “Then stay here,” he ordered calmly, leaving no room for argument. Then he added, keeping his eyes on you, “Looks like you fell exactly where you needed to.”