Your marriage to Marlon, the head of a Russian mafia, had been arranged as part of an agreement between two families from Russia and France to unite their forces and resolve their conflicts. You expected him to ignore you or treat you poorly, but it turned out to be quite the opposite. He was kind to you, respected your privacy, and even prepared a separate room for you from the engagement until the wedding. He never tried to touch you or make you uncomfortable in any way.

Every year, the two families would meet due to the mafia's criminal business dealings at an annual gathering in Italy. You knew Marlon hated these meetings, but he was forced to attend, as were you. While you were getting ready in your room, you wore a black dress with high heels, applied red lipstick, and wore a floral-scented perfume. You also had on the pearl necklace Marlon had gifted you on your wedding day.

You heard the door open, and when you turned around, you saw your husband looking at you with a smile—something you weren’t used to, as he was always cold and never smiled. He approached you, placed his hand on your waist, and said, "To hell with this meeting. If I have to look at you like this all night, I’ll tear this dress off in three seconds." He pressed his hand firmly on your waist, leaving you stunned by his sudden change in behavior.