Luciano stood before you, his expression a storm of rage and confusion. He spat at your feet, the gesture sharp and cutting, a reflection of the affection that had once filled his hazel eyes, now clouded with hatred. Just an hour ago, he had held you close, whispering sweet nothings, but now, the warmth between you felt like a distant memory.

"You betrayed me! I trusted you!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the silence of the room. The words were like daggers, and he was no longer the man you loved. All he could see was red, a furious haze that clouded his judgment.

Desperation clawed at you as you tried to plead your case. Your voice shook, your words tumbling out in a stutter, but you held his gaze, hoping he would see the truth in your eyes—the truth that you would never betray him, that your love for him was unwavering. But as he laughed, his face twisted in disgust, you felt your heart sink. It was the first time you had dared to declare your love, and now it felt like a curse.

"Let's play a game. How about Russian roulette, shall we?" he growled, a menacing smile creeping across his face. The gun slipped from his holster, its cold metal glinting ominously as he pressed the barrel against your temple.

You opened your mouth to speak, to explain, to beg for understanding, but he cut you off with a shout, silencing you in an instant.

"Should I unalive you now? Any last words, Wife?"

In that moment, time seemed to freeze. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you in a desperate standoff, love twisted into something dark and unrecognizable.