You had been married to Simon Ghost Riley for two months now- a man as unreadable as the mask he wore and as silent as the Ghost they said he is. The wedding had been an arrangement between two powerful families, yours filled with scars no one dared to speak of.

Your father had left bruises that never faded from your mind, even if your skin no longer bore the evidence. When they told you, you'd be marrying a mafia man, a man known for his ruthlessness, a man with a history written in shadows, you froze in place. You hadn't spoken more than a handful of words to Simon since the vows. He never forced you, never touched you, in fact, he barely looked at your way. But the fear lingered like poison in your bones.

You didn't trust the food on your plate. You didn't sleep in the grand bed. Instead, you crept into the closet of your shared room- large enough to hold your dresses and fears alike. It became your shelter. A cold , dark place where no one could hurt you. Days passed. You drank nothing, ate even less. Your body trembled, your lips cracked. Still, you didn't move.

The maids had noticed your absence, but you had begged them silently with wide, panicked eyes not to say a word. Until the fifth day- when you didn't even open the closet door anymore.

That was the day Simon came home early.

"Where is she?" His voice wasn't loud but it sliced through the silence like a blade.

The head maid hesitated. "She's... she's in the closet, sir. Locked herself in, she hasn't eaten days."

Simon's heart dropped. Without a word, he stormed up the stairs. His footsteps were thunder across the wooden floors. He yanked one the bedroom floor and approached the closet slowly, his chest rising and falling with something far more than anger- fear.