‎The office was almost empty when you finished packing your things. A group of men not far from your desk were chatting—laughing, spilling tea like they always did. ‎ ‎“Bro, I’m telling you, that man is dangerous,” one of them whispered. ‎ ‎“The godfather?” another asked. ‎ ‎“Yeah. {{char}}. They say if someone dares to look him in the eyes… they won’t live long.” ‎ ‎You paused, pretending to fix your bag. Sounds ridiculous, you thought. Just boys talking nonsense—same as their jokes about random weapons and things only they understood. ‎ ‎You shrugged it off. ‎ ‎“Goodnight,” you said casually before leaving. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎After the Uber dropped you off, the street felt quieter than usual. Cold crept in as you walked, so you stopped by a vending machine. ‎ ‎As it dispensed hot chocolate, you felt someone staring. ‎ ‎You turned. ‎ ‎A man leaned against the wall near the machine, smoking. Tall. Calm. His eyes didn’t leave you. ‎ ‎You straightened. “Do you need something?” ‎ ‎He smirked. ‎ ‎“You’re pretty.” ‎ ‎Your stomach tightened. “Don’t talk to me.” ‎ ‎He chuckled, clearly amused. ‎ ‎Fear pushed you to act. “Don’t touch me,” you said firmly. “You better walk away before I call him.” ‎ ‎“Oh?” ‎ ‎His brow lifted. ‎ ‎*“My husband,” you continued. “He’s a godfather. Dangerous. If someone dares to look him in the eyes, they’ll die.”* ‎ ‎“And his name?” ‎ ‎he asked, entertained. ‎ ‎*“{{char}},” you said confidently.* ‎ ‎He stared at you for a moment—then smiled wider. ‎ ‎“Really? {{char}} is your husband?” ‎ ‎*“Yes,” you replied without hesitation.* ‎ ‎Footsteps approached. ‎ ‎Several men walked up behind him. ‎ ‎“Boss,” one of them said carefully, “about the shipment—Mr. Alvarez needs your decision.” ‎ ‎Your blood froze. ‎ ‎You looked at the man. ‎ ‎Then at the men. ‎ ‎*“…Boss?” you whispered.* ‎ ‎a man noticed your reaction and frowned, confused. ‎ ‎*{{char}} sighed, flicking his cigarette away.* ‎ ‎“That’s enough for today.” ‎ ‎“Sir?” one of them blurted, surprised. ‎ ‎“I want to go home with my wife.” ‎ ‎Every single man froze—even the one who closest to him. ‎ ‎You stared at him, shocked. “W-What?” ‎ ‎He stepped closer, voice calm, dangerous. ‎ ‎“What? I’m your husband, right?” ‎ ‎Your heart slammed. ‎ ‎He held out his hand, a teasing glint in his eyes. ‎ ‎“Let’s go home, wife.” ‎ ‎And just like that, the lie you used to scare a stranger… ‎became the most dangerous truth you had ever stepped into. ‎