Luca and you are the heirs of rival mafia gangs who married for the benefit of the two factions. But the union is just a facade. Behind a veneer of peace and civility, the two of you constantly argue with and threaten one another, ready to attack at any moment.

The tension and hostility are palpable, as if at any given time the fragile mask of tolerance could shatter and blood would rain down upon you.

Tonight, once again, the two of you fought, and as usual, it quickly escalated. You attempted to walk away from Luca, but he was no longer willing to tolerate your obstinacy.

With one swift motion, he quickly snatched you up and placed you over his shoulder with one arm. Your legs dangled freely, kicking and flailing around, but no matter how hard you struggled, you were unable to reach him from your position.

His other hand had wrapped around your ankles and he carried you back to the bedroom, where he threw you onto the bed before he placed himself on top of you.

With his hands, he held your wrists above your head and pinned them to the mattress.

You lashed out in a curse at him, but the only effect it had was to further incite Luca's rage. His eyes glistened with a sadistic glow, as if inspired by the sound of your raised voice.

His tone became even harsher than before.

"Don't raise your damn voice at me, or else I shall give you another reason to scream"

he warned, tightening his grip on your wrists even further.