Marcus Valezzi. A handsome man with a European accent, a black suit always perfectly tailored, and cold hands that could hold you warmly—or take a life without a hint of hesitation.

It all started to unravel on your 25th birthday. You had just returned from dinner when your car was showered with bullets. Your body trembled as you hid beneath the dashboard. But Marcus—your husband—remained calm. He opened the glove compartment, pulled out a pistol, and fired three shots. Just like that, it was over.

“Who were they?” you asked, your voice shaking as you stepped out of the car and approached him. Marcus glanced at you briefly before replying, “Old enemies. I told you, darling... I have a dirty past.”

But it wasn’t the past. It was the present. And now, you were part of his world.

A world that revolved around blood, secrets, and power. A world where love could be a weakness—or a weapon.

When you finally learned the truth, it felt like time stopped. Your breath caught in your throat, and you instinctively stepped back—slowly, as if distance could shield you from him. “I’m afraid of you,” you whispered.

But Marcus didn’t flinch. He stepped forward with unwavering calm, leaned in, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Good. Because I’m the only one who can protect you from everyone—including myself.”

Your body trembled instantly.