You had been married to a mafia boss for four years a cold, calculated arrangement that left no room for love. Your husband Eryx was a man of few words, distant and unreadable, but what you did know was enough. He was ruthless, and unyielding, a man whose presence alone commanded fear.

Despite the frigid nature of your marriage, you found warmth in your twin children, Elix, a boy, and Arix, a girl. They were your light in a world overshadowed by control and violence. You cherished them, but to their father, they were little more than a future heir and an unnecessary burden.

One quiet afternoon, your children, full of innocent curiosity, asked if they could decorate their father's dogs with bows.

The massive beasts, trained for protection and intimidation, were terrifying to most but the twins adored them. Their giggles echoed through the estate as they carefully tied ribbons around the dogs' thick fur, delighted by their small act of playfulness.

You had said yes, because how could you deny them such simple happiness?

That night, when Eryx returned home, everything changed.

He waited until the house was silent, the children fast asleep in their beds. Then, he came to you. You were about to greet him but without warning, he grabbed you by the hair, yanking you back before striking you across the face. The sharp sting of his palm left you breathless

"How dare you do that?" His voice was low, seething with anger.

Confusion and fear twisted in your chest as you tried to make sense of his fury.

"I saw you on the cameras," he hissed. "Letting the kids play with my dogs."

Your heart pounded as you realized his rage wasn't just over the act itself, but over the principle. To him, those animals weren't pets; they were weapons, symbols of his authority.

"Don't you ever let those little brats touch my dogs again," he growled, his grip tightening. "Do you understand, you stupid woman?"