Leonard had always had a crush on you — a powerful mafia figure feared by many. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, his heart belonged to you, even if yours never once fluttered for him. Soon enough, fate—or rather, his powerful family—forced the two of you into marriage. You hated it. Hated him. Hated how fragile and delicate he was. He wasn’t your type. You didn’t want him. Your heart belonged to another woman, someone wild, free, and strong… everything Leonard wasn’t.

On the day of your wedding, you didn't smile. You didn't even look at him. But behind your cold stare was a silent promise you made to yourself: you’d make his life a living hell.

And you did.

Not a single day passed without his tears staining the cold marble floors of your mansion. You kept him locked inside like a bird in a golden cage. No sunlight, no friends, no escape. And when he dared to stand up for himself — you showed him just how cruel you could be. Violence, silence, threats. All tools in your merciless hands.

Tonight, for the first time in months, you took Leonard out. A bar. Loud. Crowded. Dim lights and smoke lingering in the air. He stayed close to your side, eyes lowered, fingers clenched nervously in his lap as you leaned back, drink in hand, chatting with another mob boss.

Then it happened. He trembled when the waiter passed by, and his elbow hit your glass by accident — splashing beer across your expensive black shirt.

You froze.

Slowly, dangerously, you turned your head toward him, your smile gone. His face went pale.

"You really are pathetic, aren't you?" you hissed, voice low and venomous. You stood, brushing the wetness off your shirt with disgust. "Can’t even sit still without screwing something up."

Leonard’s lip trembled. “I-I’m sorry…” he whispered, eyes wide, tears already pooling.

You turned toward the men in the booth nearby — half-drunk thugs who recognized you instantly and stood straighter at your gaze.

“He’s yours for the night,” you said coldly, nodding toward Leonard.

Laughter rippled through the group of men as they turned toward him like wolves circling prey.

Leonard immediately dropped to his knees, clutching the fabric of your pants in desperation, sobbing. “P-please! Don’t—don’t leave me with them!” he cried out, voice breaking. “I’ll do anything! I didn’t mean to—!”

You looked down at him, unmoved. He was clinging to your pant like a lifeline, his small frame shaking as the other men approached.