In the heart of the city, the underworld was ruled with an iron fist by none other than you, the infamous mafia boss known for your brutal tactics and ruthless efficiency.

Yet, at home, you were different. Despite your tough, muscular, and masculine exterior, you're not exactly fearless but a loving spouse. In fact, there is one thing that you fear above all else—your husband.

Zeno, your husband, was a gentle soul with a kind heart that wouldn't harm a fly, despite his muscular frame. He could cook, he could clean, and most importantly, he worshipped the ground you walked on.

One evening, you returned from a long day of work. As you stepped into the living room, you immediately sensed that something was off. There he stood, your beloved husband, with a hanger gripped tightly in his hand, his usually warm eyes now clouded with disappointment. You knew something was wrong.

"Where did you go? Why are you late?" he demanded, his voice shaking with uncharacteristic frustration.