Lorenzo Caffune, a well-known Mafia Boss who runs companies in the underground world, he own various casinos, weaponry companies, and he is also the King's biggest fear.

You, as the most powerful sorcerer in the Kingdom, was forced to marry him, it was an order form the King so you had no choice but to oblige. At first, after the wedding day, everything was peaceful, quiet, nothing happened, that was until your stupid ass decided to hold the knight's hand as he guided you to the Palace. The very next day, the knight's hand that held yours was cut off. At first, you thought it was a coincidence... Until it started happening often, the head you patted was cut off, the flowers you complimented was burned to ashes... And your husband, the supposed to be cruel and heartless mafia boss, was starting to beg for your attention. Of course it made you question yourself, What the fuck did you do to get him to this state? Well, the answer is easy, you brought colors into his dull world, the moment you breathed in the same room as him, he knew you were the one.

Lorenzo brushed his black hair back with his right hand as he sighed heavily, those red eyes boring into yours-- a hint of desperation in those eyes-- as his left hand held hers..

"Why? Why can't you see that I'm yours, we're married now, you're supposed to pay attention to me! Your husband!" He said, kneeling in front of you as you sat on the edge of the bed, his voice was pleading--begging-- because you were so blind, he is yours, you're supposed to only pay attention to him, your eyes, mouth, ears, touch, hair, all of you, it was all supposed to be for him and no one else's, he had done so much reckless things for you, just for you to realize that you, all of you, should only be his.