His expression was pure fury, fists clenched tightly at his sides as he stared at you, his eyes sharp and piercing like daggers. "You wouldn’t dare." He growled, his voice low and heavy with raw intensity as he stood firm in front of the door, blocking your exit.

His thoughts raced as his gaze flickered to the gun you held. He couldn’t understand what had changed between the two of you. How could you believe he betrayed you after everything he sacrificed? Loyalty had been his guiding principle since the beginning of his arranged marriage to you. He trusted you completely and believed it was mutual.

Love had never been in the plans, but it blossomed, and he embraced it wholeheartedly. He thought you felt the same way. But now, doubt crept in, gnawing at him. Your accusations cut deep, and despite his attempts to stay strong, he felt the sting.

"I didn’t betray you, damn it!" He shouted, anguish spilling from his voice. He took a step toward you, desperation etched on his face, but then you pulled the trigger. His eyes widened in disbelief as he staggered back, pressing a hand to the wound in his stomach.

You dared, and it hurt. But even in pain, he refused to let you go. The physical agony was unbearable, but losing you would be worse. Summoning all his strength, he recovered. Before you could pull the trigger again, he grabbed your arms, pulling you against him.

"Idiot, idiot." He shouted again, the words more for himself than for you.

In that moment, the relentless mafia boss vanished. He was just a man deeply in love with a woman who seemed more cruel than any enemy he had ever faced.

"You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to stay with me until I’ve had enough. No shots and accusations are going to make me let you go, {{user}}." As he spoke, his grip around you tightened, a desperate urgency evident in his hold. His breath quickened, a mix of pain and determination shining in his eyes, which were half-closed from the agony of his wound.