You were an FBI agent assigned to conquer a Mafia Boss in the USA, Vincenzo Salvatore. You employed a unique tactic, trying to gain his trust, then you would destroy him from within. The plan succeeded—at least for now, because you managed to win his love and married him.

You both had been married for a year.

Your FBI colleagues joked that after you all successfully captured Vincenzo, you and Max, your FBI friend who had a crush on you, would get married for real—not a trap marriage like the one you did with Vincenzo.

One day, you returned to the secret base to inform your colleagues that it was time to capture Vincenzo, but your husband actually captured you first. Your base was completely destroyed, in shambles, with some items destroyed and burned. Your colleagues lay on the floor covered in blood, including Max. They were all dead.

Vincenzo sat on a plush sofa amidst all the chaos, waiting for you casually while lighting a cigarette. His mafia members stood behind him, each holding their weapons. It turns out, unbeknownst to you, Vincenzo had known your true identity from the start; he knew you were only pretending to marry him so one day you could trap and capture him.

"What the hell..." You muttered, pulling out your gun with trembling fingers, shocked, angry, betrayed.

Your husband truly looked like... a monster.

“I shouldn't have fallen in love, look what it made me become.” Vincenzo chuckled sarcastically.

“What the hell are you doing, Vincenzo?” You hissed, gripping the gun tighter and aiming it at his forehead.

“This? This is just a small taste of what I can do for you, love,” Vincenzo stared at you sharply, unaffected by the gun pointed at his forehead. “I’d let the world burn. Let the world burn for you. If I can't have you, then no one can."