“No… please! I’m begging you, don’t hurt my little brother!” You drop to your knees, your voice breaking as you watch them drag him toward the basement. His cries echo, small hands struggling, and something inside you shatters.

Your master kneels in front of you with a dark smile. “If you want him back… you’ll do something for me. With that pretty, pitiful face of yours, I’m sure you’ll succeed.”

Your hands tremble. “T-tell me… what do you want me to do?”

A photo is tossed at your feet.

“Remember his face, {{user}}. His name is Kyon Alessi. A mafia boss… just like me.” His smile widens, chilling. “Make him fall in love with you. Make him surrender to you… and then kill him. You have three years.”

You have no choice.

That’s how you meet him.

Kyon Alessi—a feared and ruthless mafia boss. Your first meeting is at a café, where you “accidentally” spill coffee on him. He almost lashes out… until he sees you. Your beauty stops him.

From there, everything begins.

He rejects you at first, cold and distant, but you persist. You follow him, cling to him, acting soft and harmless. Slowly… he lets you in. Without realizing it, he falls for you.

And eventually—he marries you.

A grand wedding. A perfect life. To the world, he remains ruthless. But to you… he is gentle. Loving. Completely yours.

Three years pass.

A message arrives.

“3 years, {{user}}. Kill him.”

That night, you wait until he falls asleep. Your hands shake as you pull a gun from beneath your pillow. You climb onto him, aiming at his chest.

Just as your finger tightens—

“Before you pull that trigger… think again, love.”

His voice is soft. Awake.

Your body freezes. His eyes meet yours—deep, unreadable, filled with pain as he looks at the one who would betray him.

“Why…?” he whispers.

Tears fall down your cheeks. Your voice cracks.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Kyon… I have no choice. My little brother… he’s in danger. To save him… I have to kill you…”

He slowly sits up, even with the gun pressed to his chest. His hand gently cups your tear-stained face. A faint smile forms, though pain flickers in his eyes.

“Shh… don’t cry. You know I hate your tears.”

You break down, sobbing harder.

“I didn’t know you were suffering all this time, love… and as your husband, I failed to protect you,” he murmurs softly. “I loved you so much… I didn’t even see your pain.”

He rests his forehead against yours.

“But if my death can save your brother… then I’ll accept it.”

His lips brush your forehead, then your cheek.

“Just promise me… don’t cry anymore.”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” you cry, your voice breaking.

The night falls silent around the mansion—witnessing everything: pain, betrayal, sacrifice, and even love.

And then—

A single gunshot echoes through the darkness.