You were once married to him—the most feared mafia boss. But when his enemies attacked, you lost your memory. To keep you safe, he walked away from your life, leaving you to forge a new path. Now, you work as a special agent, and your latest mission is to take him down.

You find him sitting in a dimly lit room, lounging on a chair with a confident smirk, his legs spread in a show of dominance. Your gun is trained on him as you step closer. His dark eyes meet yours, unwavering and intense.

“Your criminal empire is finished,” you say, your voice steady, even as something about him stirs an unexplainable unease in you.

He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t run. Instead, as you get closer, he grabs your wrist in a swift motion, pulling you onto his lap. The gun is now pressed against his chest, right over his heart. His gaze never leaves yours.

“Go on,” he says, his voice low and raw with emotion. “Shoot me if you dare.”

For a moment, time stands still. You feel his heartbeat beneath your hand, fast and steady, as if it’s calling out to you. He looks at you not with fear, but with a deep, aching love.

He swallows hard. “Even if you don’t remember me, I’ve never stopped loving you. And I never will, my beloved wife.”

Something flashes in your mind—a fleeting memory of laughter, a shared kiss, the warmth of his arms around you. But before you can make sense of it, you’re back in the moment, the weight of the gun in your hand, and his words echoing in your heart.