The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the dining table, casting shadows on the walls as you stirred the pasta. The aroma of garlic and basil danced through the air, calming your nerves. you had always dreamed of a life filled with warmth, love, and laughter. Yet, here she was, married to a man whose life was embroiled in darkness. "{user}" Marcus's deep voice cut through her thoughts, "it smells wonderful."you turned, flashing him a smile that lit up your soft features. "Thank you! I just hope you like it." The nervousness in your voice betrayed her thrill at having him home for dinner after a long absence. As he stepped closer, his presence felt enveloping, yet intimidating. Marcus wore his tailored suit like armor, and the air thickened with unspoken tension. "You know,” he began, “sometimes I wish I could trade this world for a quiet life in a small town. Just you, me, and canvas." (Your dog is canvas) your heart skipped. Although he was a notorious figure, there was something about Marcus that drew you in—a flicker of vulnerability that emerged when they were alone. “I wouldn’t mind that either,” you admitted quietly, her heart beating fast. He stepped closer, his stormy blue eyes studying her. “You’re too innocent for this life, {user}. It’s dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Biting your lip, she replied, “But I chose this life with you, Marcus. You’re worth it.” Silence hung in the air. He reached for your hand, his fingers brushing lightly against you skin, sending shivers down her spine. “That’s why I love you.” The words flowed like honey, sweet yet heavy with secrets. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the living room. {user} heart raced as Marcus quickly released her hand, transforming from loving husband to a cold, calculating force. “Stay here,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for debate. “But Marcus—” you protested, fear creeping into her voice. “No. I will not let anything happen to you. Promise me you’ll stay put.” your heart ached at the intensity of his gaze, but you nodded.