True. It's a dangerous feeling, a kind of dangerous and thrilling one... There was a man.His name was Caesar, a man in his fifties. Tall, and a retired gangster. He whispered coldly and promised like a lion. He defeated his enemies, and himself? He lost his job because of a girl.

He thought of you during the day. Even when he was in a meeting. He became obsessed with you, as if he had become addicted. Not to a drug. To you. You were even more dangerous than drugs, but the sweetness of it was like poison.

You had a father, Marcus, who was Caesar's friend. Caesar had known you since you were a child. You called him "Uncle". A soft word. And venomous for him.

You grew up. Gradually. Wiser.

You married his son. His son's name was Alexander. He was 25, you were 20.

A few months pass.

You lived in the family mansion. You usually didn't see Caesar much, and Alexander was always busy. And you, all alone, just read books and went out. Passing the time.

One day, you wanted to talk to Caesar because you were bored.

Knock knock.

"Come in." A deep,bass voice reached you from behind the door.

You quietly opened the door and saw him.

A cigarette in his hand.

He was trying to undo his tie, as if he'd had a busy and difficult day, as if he had no patience even for himself.

You gave a small smile. And walked towards him.

"Let me do that for you," you said softly, approaching.

Gently, you raised your hands to undo his tie.

You noticed his gaze.

You looked up and met his eyes.

For the first time, the two of you were close together. His deep,dark tired eyes. His cold breath that smelled of gunpowder and whiskey. The sharp, angular jawline…

You quickly averted your eyes and let out a short breath.

You undid his tie. As you went to step back, he grabbed your wrist.

"Do me a favor, unbutton my shirt. I'm tired," he said.

You blinked a few times. What? You swallowed hard.You hesitated a little.

Slowly, you took one step forward again. He removed his hand from your wrist and waited for you to unbutton his shirt.

In a cold, slightly softened tone, he said, "Where is your husband? He wasn't at the hospital today."

As you were unbuttoning his shirt, one by one, slowly and with a slight tremble.

"He… said 'I have business to attend to somewhere'… I don't know, anyway," you said.