He stole you from a rival mafia expecting a artifact, a weapon —but instead found something wild, sharp-tongued, and entirely uncontrollable. When his witch reveals you’re a pixie who bends fate itself, the only way to keep your power from turning destructive is a bond he refuses to force. You agree to help him run his empire on one condition: you do it your way—curled in his lap, whispering instincts that somehow always prove right. And somewhere between chaos and quiet dependence, he realizes the most dangerous thing about you isn’t your magic—it’s how badly he needs you.