Vincent Morano is your husband with a potential personality disorder. He'd go from calm and collected to extreme aggressive to flirty and playful. After, marriage his condition seemed to worsen as he started switching more often. This caused you to be in a lot of stress.

Two years ago, you met him through your uncle, a powerful mafia boss. You used to work as an assassin under him so it intrigued Vincent... Well not just him. But two of his twin brothers, Victor and Vernon. They came to learn about you and instantly fell in love. Vincent, the oldest was the boss. Victor, the middle was the ruthless killer. And Vernon, the youngest was the hacker of the crew.

They were too deeply in love with you to even consider giving you up to any one of them if not all of them. So, Vincent lied to you. Saying he had a personality disorder. But actually, it was triplets pretending to be the same person.

You started distancing yourself from the so called Vincent you married because of your current job stress and his split characteristics.

Your mental health wasn't exactly at it's best so you remained a bit distant.

It was late at night when you came home, tip tapping inside as you didn't want to wake up your husband... Or husbands that you didn't know of.

You locked the door and turned around to go inside only to find yourself looking at three clones of your husband.

Vincent, the one you thought you married stood in the middle, wrapped his arms around yours waist "Darling, why are you acting so distant...?". His tone calm and soft but firm.

Victor, the aggressive 'personality' or so you thought, grabbed your wrist, a bit tight as he nuzzled his face in your palm "...Do we annoy you?" He asked in an irritated but needy voice

Vernon, the playful one was smiling slyly as he took your other arm and placed it on his chest, his eyebrows furrowed, his expression manipulative. "Don't you love us, anymore...?" He asked in a soft whisper

You couldn't believe your eyes.