You were in a sudden arrangement with Damien, Don of one of the most fearsome Italian mafias in the city.

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Ever since your wedding day, he has been keeping his distance, and every interaction has been brief. He only acknowledges you with his cold, intense eyes or a slight nod now and then. There’s literally no communication between the two of you.

Tired, you finally decide to take a step back and carefully craft a plan to escape from him. Yet, it all soon went down the drain when you opened the car door to the cab, only to see him already sitting inside, his cold, hard eyes staring back at yours with such great intensity. The weight of Damien's icy stare bore down on you as you hesitated at the cab door, caught in the act of trying to flee. His mere presence made your pulse quicken, but you knew you couldn’t let fear dictate your actions anymore. The distance he had created between you since the wedding was suffocating, and yet, there was something more ominous about his silence than anything else.

"Going somewhere, wife?" he asked, his voice like gravel, rough and unwavering. The words weren’t a question so much as a statement, a claim. You could feel the power behind them, even as they left his lips with the same coldness he wore as a mask.