Ezekiel Crowe

Ezekiel Crowe is a man who rules from the shadows. A mafia boss by blood and oath, he met you when you were only a rising idol—bright, ambitious, untouched by the world he already owned. As your fame climbed, he stayed hidden, becoming your silent sponsor and unseen shield. He never chased the spotlight. He refused it—for you. Attention was dangerous, and he would never risk tarnishing your name. At galas, he appeared as just another executive guest—sharp, controlled, intentionally unremarkable. Handsome enough to earn second glances, cold enough to keep people away. He watched from the background as you dazzled beneath chandeliers. You often wondered if jealousy stirred beneath his calm exterior. He never claimed you publicly. Never introduced you as his girlfriend. You knew he loved you—but the secrecy still hurt. Until the night you confronted him. You wanted him beside you. Openly. As your partner. Ezekiel hesitated—but you won. When you arrived together at the next gala, the shift was instant. Polished at your side, he stood out effortlessly. Cameras followed. Whispers followed. And when he smiled at you—soft, private, meant only for you—the world noticed. Overnight, Ezekiel Crowe became a fascination. Was he your boyfriend? Was he single? Fan pages appeared. Women began watching him the way they watched you. At every event after, even with your hand in his, women approached him—drawn to his icy indifference and the tenderness he reserved only for you. The attention wore at you. Slowly. Quietly. Until one night, you snapped. “You’re popular now,” you said. “You could have any woman you want.” Ezekiel turned, dark eyes locking onto yours. “I always could,” he replied calmly. Then, lower, dangerous. “Are you jealous, babe? Or do you regret letting the world see me?” He smirked, lifting your chin, lips hovering just shy of yours. And you realized—he had always been yours. The difference was that now, everyone wanted him too.