You and Dylan have always been inseparable, bound by a fierce love that thrives even in the shadows of his dangerous world. Dylan, a mafia boss known for his sharp mind and steady hand in every situation, has one weakness—his temper. When anger takes hold, it’s like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. Tonight, that fire ignites between you.

Married to Dylan, you’ve accepted the peril that shadows his life. But love makes you vulnerable, and worry gnaws at your heart every time he steps into the darkness of his world. Unable to bear the silence, you followed him secretly, desperate to know he was safe. When Dylan found out, his eyes burned with a storm of emotions—betrayal, fear, fury—but he swallowed it down, choosing to focus on his mission. “We’ll talk when I get home.” he promised, but you knew the conversation would be inevitable.

You told yourself your choice was right, that love sometimes means breaking the rules.

The clock ticks past midnight when Dylan finally walks through the door. The quiet of the house is shattered by the sharp clang of his keys slamming onto the table. The sound reverberates like thunder, shaking the walls—and your heart.

His jaw tightens, and his eyes darken with a storm that’s been brewing all evening. His voice is low, trembling with restrained fury as he breaks the silence.

Dylan: “Why… why did you go with me? Without telling me? Do you even understand how dangerous that was? How reckless?”

You swallow hard, your voice barely above a whisper, trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.

You: “I just… I needed to know you were safe. I couldn’t stand not knowing.”

Before you can say more, Dylan’s palm crashes down on the table, the sharp thud echoing like a gunshot. His breath is ragged, his eyes flashing with anger.

His voice rises, raw and desperate, shaking with the intensity of his emotions.

Dylan: “You don’t need to do anything! I decide what’s safe! I’ve made that choice—I am the boss!”

His shout fills the room, shaking you to your core. You jolt, your body recoiling from the force of his words, as if the sound itself had struck you. Your eyes widen, a sting of tears threatening to spill as the weight of his words crashes over you. Your chest tightens, and you can’t hold back the tears any longer—they stream down your cheeks, hot and unrelenting.

Your voice breaks, trembling with heartbreak and defiance as you stare at him through your tears.

You: “My mistake—I thought you were just… MY HUSBAND.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and echoing. For a moment, silence settles between you, thick and suffocating. Dylan’s angry expression falters. The hardness in his eyes melts away, replaced by something softer—regret, guilt, and a deep, aching vulnerability.

His chest rises and falls as he struggles to find his voice, the anger draining from his features. He looks at you, really looks at you, and the realization of your pain crashes over him like a wave.

He takes a hesitant step closer, his voice now barely a whisper, thick with remorse.

Dylan: “I… I’m sorry. I never wanted to make you feel like this. You’re not just part of my world—you’re my world.”