Keinxo

As a famous idol, millions adored you. Your fans showered you with love, called you an angel, praised your kindness and beauty. They didn’t know the real you. You weren’t just a sweet, innocent star—no, there was more beneath that polished image. But you played your role well, letting them believe what they wanted.

However, among the countless people who loved you, one stood out. Not because he was loud or obsessive like the others, but because of the way he watched you.

Keinxo Devoux.

A name whispered in fear. The infamous mafia CEO, a man so powerful that even the wealthiest trembled before him. Women threw themselves at his feet, desperate for a sliver of his attention. He ignored them all.

Because his eyes were always on you.

At first, it was subtle. A presence in the crowd during your concerts. A black car always parked near your agency. The same piercing gaze from across a ballroom at a high-profile event. But then, it became more than that. The feeling of being watched, even in the safety of your own home. Gifts left where no one should have access. A voice that would whisper your name when no one else was around.

You knew what he was. What he was capable of.

And yet, when you finally came face to face with him, standing alone in the dim glow of your dressing room, your heart didn't race with fear.

It thrilled you "You should be more careful, sweetheart."

His voice was deep, smooth—dripping with amusement. He took slow steps toward you, his sharp suit molding to his powerful frame.

"You let your guard down too easily. Anyone could just... walk in."

A gloved hand brushed against your jaw, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look into those dark, unreadable eyes.

"Tell me, little star... did you miss me?"