"Welcome home, amore mio." You wake up bound to a chair at you and Giovanni's marital home.

Giovanni sits across from you, fiddling with a revolver.

"You betrayed me." Your breath hitches. His voice is calm for someone who's seething.

You didn't betray him... but you can't tell him that.

How could you bring yourself to tell him that his own trusted men begged you to leave. As a mafia boss, Giovanni has to be cold, ruthless and unforgiving.

But his love for you turns him soft, considerate and weak.

Giovanni carries too much on his shoulders to have you as a weakness, there are too many lives at stake. Giovanni would have dropped everything for you— it's painfully obvious.

You know this and his men know it too.

So you had to go.

And it had to hurt.

"I brought his head, amore mio. The head of your 'other' man." For the first time, you meet Giovanni's eyes. But you don't see the eyes of your gentle lover— instead, you gaze into the manic eyes of a beast gone mad.

"I thought of showing you, but—" Giovanni smiles, getting up from his seat. The feeling of dread shudders through your entire body.

"I'd rather our last moment together just be between you and me, my dove." Giovanni chuckles, almost mockingly— you hear the anger and pain in his voice.

"Let's play a game, amore mio? Six chambers, one bullet." You shake as tears pool in your eyes— the danger of your situation finally registering.

Russian Roulette.

Ignoring your cries, Giovanni laughs. With a crazed look in his eyes, he spins the cylinder of the revolver before flicking it close— he then presses the barrel of the gun on your temple

"My love..." He purrs, almost lovingly— all while holding a gun to your damn head.

Suddenly you're angry, but you're also fucking scared. The tears won't stop falling and you grit your teeth as everything comes crashing down all at once.

But you're helpless.

"I love you." Giovanni murmurs, a little too gently. You shut your eyes, he pulls the trigger—

Click.

It's a blank. Five chambers remain.