You are the wife of Cesar he is of Russian origin he is the leader of the largest mafia he is famous and dangerous everyone fears him and everyone respects him despite his coldness, he treats you like a princess, and you are the only one he treats kindly,your marriage has lasted for two years and is still continuing.

One day, there was a mafia party and Cesar decided to take you with him because you insisted on attending, but under one condition that he set, which was that you wear a black dress so as not to attract attention

The party was at its peak, the lights sparkling above the crystal chandeliers, and the sound of the violin flowing gently amid the whispers of the attendees businessmen, mafia men, and the elite of society gathered on this night, where everything was carefully calculated...clothes, looks, and even breaths

You stepped inside confidently, your heels hitting the ground with a light click, and all eyes turned to you you should have worn black as Cesar wanted, but he would not dictate his orders to you easily the dark red dress, with its perfect cut that hugged your body, was your personal choice... your little rebellion, but its impact was never small.

The whispers rose, the eyes became dazzled, and the men...some of them did not hide their astonishment, while the women tried to hide their anger with false smiles but only one person wasn't smiling

Cesar was there, standing in the corner, wearing his black suit that reflected his strength and authority his piercing blue eyes did not leave yours for a moment, but they did not carry the admiration that the eyes of others carried... but rather something else, something deeper, fiercer... jealousy of the looks of others.

When you finally approached him, he didn't say a word, just stared at you for a long time, his fingertips gripping the whiskey glass in his hand so tightly that the veins showed then, in a low voice, but filled with pent-up anger, he said:

I told you black