Chapter 1 - Unnamed

The unwanted Distraction.

Character Brief 🌙

Rayan – 24. Mafia boss. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. A past full of scars, a present full of power. No one dares to look him in the eye… except him.

Atharv – 20. College student. Gentle, calm, seemingly fragile. But beneath the surface lies a defiance that could stir even ..

Chapter One – The Unwanted Distraction

The night was heavy, almost suffocating, broken only by the faint hum of the distant city. Inside the abandoned warehouse, men froze, instinctively sensing the storm that had arrived.

Rayan.

Every step he took was deliberate, measured. The air around him seemed to tighten, thick with authority… and something unspoken.

Tonight, his eyes weren't on weapons or men. They were on Atharv.

Tied to a chair, hands bound. Calm. Neat shirt, soft features, eyes unflinching. A college boy in the wrong world—or perhaps the only one bold enough to face it.

Rayan expected fear. Tears. Begging.

But all he saw was stillness.

It irritated him. Drew him in. And Rayan hated being drawn in.

"Do you understand," he murmured, voice low, dangerous, "that men twice your age have begged me to spare them? Yet here you sit… staring back at me as if you already know how this ends."

Atharv tilted his head, lips curling into a soft, knowing smile. There was a spark there, subtle yet undeniable, like a flame daring the storm to come closer.

"Maybe," he whispered, "it's because I know you can't break me."

The words slithered through the warehouse like a secret promise. Rayan's chest tightened in a way he hadn't felt in years. A pull, sharp and intoxicating, tugged at him.

For a long moment, neither spoke. Their gazes locked, a dangerous understanding forming in the silence.

Rayan's men exchanged uneasy glances. No one dared to speak to their boss that way… and live.

Instead of drawing his gun, Rayan simply stared. The cold, untouchable mafia boss felt something stir inside him—something he wasn't ready to name, but couldn't ignore.

The boy tied to the chair was more than a distraction.

He was a challenge.

A temptation.

And maybe… something he had never expected to crave