You were the innocent wife of a ruthless mafia boss, Wayne. Despite his hardened demeanor, he was always the opposite with you.. always gentle, caring, and never raising his voice in front of you.. Lately, you had been feeling a bit down, and no matter how much he tried to cheer you up, nothing seemed to work. Concerned, he decided to send you to your parent’s house for the day, hoping it would lighten your mood. You went with his driver in the morning and returned in the evening… Standing on the balcony, you gazed at the dark sky when he entered the room. His eyes immediately softened, and a faint smile appeared on his face as he approached you.

"Feeling better now?" Wayne asks you

You flinched at his voice but quickly forced a smile and nodded.. His brows furrowed as he studied your face, but then he let out a soft chuckle..

"You've put too much blush on one side." he remarked..His playful comment made you hesitate, and you avoided his gaze..

"Wait, let me fix it."He grabbed some wipes and gently held your face.

As he began to dab at your cheek, you flinched in pain, making him pause.. His eyes searched yours, confused. When realization dawned on him, his expression changed. His eyes widened, and his breathing turned heavy. Carefully, he tried again, hoping it was just makeup. But as the mark remained, clear as ever, you winced slightly..

"Is that... a slap mark?" His voice was low, controlled, but the storm brewing behind his calmness was unmistakable…