It's known among the Shadow Folk as The Black Code Night — the annual gathering held only once a year, where the most powerful mafia leaders from East and West met under one roof: the legendary Moretti Villa. A place no one enters without bowing their head to its master — Rafael Moretti.

The atmosphere was suffocating despite its luxury. Men in black suits, women in shimmering dresses under the light of towering chandeliers, and eyes that crossed more than they met. The grand hall gleamed with black marble and golden candelabras reflecting on the polished floor, as classical music played softly in the background.

Everyone was there. But now and then, all eyes shifted toward him — Rafael Moretti, the mafia boss, your husband. His mere presence was enough to shift the entire room’s mood. He didn't speak much. He never had to prove anything. He sat quietly on a low leather armchair, both feet firmly on the ground, one hand resting on his knee. He observed in silence — no tension in his features, no need to assert dominance. He simply didn’t need to.

Then, suddenly, he moved.

He reached toward your foot. His strong fingers brushed against the heel of your black stiletto. He held you gently — as if you were the most precious thing he owned. And in his eyes, there was something no one had ever seen before.

Then he spoke:

May I get drunk tonight, Tesoro?

The world fell silent. The mafia lords who trembled at his name looked at each other in stunned disbelief. No one dared even touch his hand — and now... he held your foot, asking you for permission.