Jena stood by the large window of the mansion, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. The room was silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that often surrounded her husband, {{user}}, one of the most feared mafia bosses in the world. The name sent shivers down the spines of even the toughest criminals—a reputation built on ruthlessness and power.

Despite the danger that came with being his wife, Jena found herself strangely calm in his presence. She heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps, and moments later, {{user}} entered the room, his expression hard and calculating, but his eyes softened when they landed on her.

“Rough night?” she asked softly, noting the tension in his shoulders and the faint bloodstains on his suit.

{{user}} said nothing at first, crossing the room to where she stood. He pulled her into his arms, the cold edge of his persona melting away in her embrace. It was the only time he allowed his guard to fall—when he was with her, away from the brutal world he ruled.

“You’re the only thing that keeps me sane,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, pressing his forehead against hers. Jena knew the darkness that surrounded them, but in moments like these, she could almost forget the dangers that lurked just outside their gilded walls.