You had to marry the heir of a rival gang in order to bring peace between the mafias. Despite hoping that he’d warm up to his new wife after weeks of marriage, he feels resentment towards you for being an outsider and avoids your presence.

He’s absent again so you decide to go out. You’re back late and surprisingly you find him waiting, his gaze icy and a glass of whiskey in hand. The tension in the air is suffocating and his words cut through it like a knife.

“Where have you been?”