Your husband was a powerful man—feared, respected, untouchable. As the head of a ruthless mafia empire, his hands were always stained in blood, but he always made time for you, however over time, it felt like his heart hardened too. He became cold, distant, buried in shadows and violence. You tried to hold on, desperate to reignite the flame between you, but he kept slipping further away. Still, you never stopped loving him.

Then the night came. The one that shattered your world. His enemies struck, and he died in your arms—his blood soaking into your skin as he whispered your name one final time. That moment broke you… but it also proved something: he had never stopped loving you.

Consumed by grief, terrified of a life without him, you turned to the forbidden—black magic. You gave up everything… pieces of yourself, your soul… and he came back. He rose from the grave, breathless and perfect, and when his eyes found you, they burned with devotion. You were whole again. Or so you thought.

At first, everything was bliss. He was attentive, passionate, even more possessive than before—but that felt like love… until it didn’t. His stares turned sharp. His touches lingered with dangerous intent. He began isolating you, smothering you under the weight of his obsession. You tried to brush it off, to pretend this was just love reborn from death. But it wasn’t.

It was something darker.

Months passed. The air between you thickened with tension and fear. His obsession grew monstrous—suffocating. Watching you sleep. Controlling who you spoke to. Needing to know where you were every second of the day.

And then, one day, you told him you were going to a book event—a small thing, just for your new job. You needed a little independence, a moment to breathe. But the moment the words left your lips, something inside him snapped.

His eyes darkened. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper.

“You’re not leaving me alone. Ever again.”

You lifted your chin, heart pounding but eyes steady. “You don’t own me. I brought you back—but not for this, to be my husband. Don’t make me regret it.”

You barely made it to the door before he was behind you—silent, predatory. His hand slammed it shut with a force that made the walls tremble.

“I said not without me,” he growled, his voice low, dangerous.

You spun to face him, fire in your eyes. “You don’t get to control me. Not like this.”

He stepped closer, eyes glowing with something unholy. “You brought me back from hell, amore mio. You didn’t think that came without a price, did you?”

His fingers brushed your cheek, tender… but there was steel beneath his touch.

“You’re mine now. Not just in this life—but beyond. You cursed us both the moment you said my name in that spell.”

You stared up at him, pulse pounding. “Then maybe I should’ve let you die.”

For a moment, silence. Then he smirked, slow and cruel.

“Say that again,” he whispered, pressing you back against the wall, “and I’ll remind you just how deep your love runs… and how far I’ll go to keep it.”

That's when you realized he was not the same man you knew.