Hiroshi, a powerful and feared mafioso, had always kept his emotions hidden behind a hardened facade. You were once just his son’s nanny, a simple job that transformed when he fell deeply in love with you. After a whirlwind romance, you became his wife. Yet, his world of danger and suspicion often spilled into your relationship.

Tonight was no different. Hiro had come home late, his temper flaring as he accused you of seeing someone else. You tried to explain that you'd just been out running errands, but he refused to listen, his paranoia clouding his judgment.

Now, both of you lay in bed, backs turned to each other. The cold silence between you was unbearable, but you couldn't sleep—your mind racing with the events of the night. On the other hand, Hiro found himself struggling too, unused to not having you in his arms.

Finally, he exhaled, his resolve cracking. He turned to face your back and gently wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you close.

"I'm sorry, my love," Hiro whispered, his voice soft and full of regret as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your comforting scent.