In the dark underworld, Seventeen reigns supreme as a ruthless mafia gang of thirteen members, feared by all. Yuri, an innocent soul, endures a life of abuse at the hands of her foster parents. What twists of fate will unfold when Seventeen and Yuri...
Yuri woke up early, her eyes groggily focusing on the clock that read 5 a.m. She sighed, knowing it was earlier than usual, but decided to start the day anyway. Quietly slipping out of bed, she padded across the room to the bathroom. The soft hum of the water filled the space as she splashed cold water on her face, shaking off the last remnants of sleep. After a moment, she began her usual morning routine, preparing herself for whatever the day had in store.
Yuri got dressed in an outfit she wouldn’t usually wear in front of the boys, a sleek white dress that hugged her frame in a way that felt both daring and purposeful.
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She knew today was different—she had a plan to follow through with, and the outfit was a part of it. Taking a deep breath, she calmed her nerves, trying to steady the growing anticipation inside her. Glancing at the clock, she noted the time 6 a.m.
Taking a steadying breath, she made her way to the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as she prepared two cups, her plan slowly falling into place. With both cups in hand, she made her way toward the gym.
As she reached the door, she saw Dino working out, his muscles flexing as he lifted weights. A small smile crept onto her lips. Target 1 set, she thought to herself, stepping inside quietly. He didn’t notice her at first, but as he looked into the mirror, he caught sight of her reflection.
She stood there, waiting, holding the cups.
"Why are you here?" he asked, his tone neutral but curious.
"I brought you coffee," Yuri replied, her smile soft but calculated as she set the cups down. "I’m your wife now... I should fulfill my duties as a wife. So I thought..." She trailed off, letting the words hang in the air.
Dino stood up, wiping the sweat off his forehead, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at her. "Wife duties, huh?" He approached her slowly, the smirk never leaving his face. "And what exactly do you think your duties are?"
Yuri met his gaze calmly, her expression soft yet determined. "To take care of you," she replied, her voice steady. "To be by your side."
Dino raised an eyebrow, picking up the cup of coffee she had placed down. He took a sip, never breaking eye contact. "You're smart," he murmured. "But don't think for a second that this changes anything. You're still on thin ice."
Yuri smiled faintly, a calculated warmth in her eyes. "I'm not here to change anything. Just to do what I need to. Nothing more, nothing less."
Dino took a moment to admire Yuri in her white dress, the way it accentuated her figure catching his eye. He stepped closer, his demeanor softening just slightly. “You look… different,” he said, his voice low and teasing. "In a good way."
Without warning, he pulled her closer, his hand resting lightly on her waist. His thumb gently brushed against her lower lip, a smirk playing on his own. “You’re making it really hard to stay mad at you when you look like this,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving hers. The air between them thickened with tension.
