Your husband, Raulf, was no ordinary man-he was a feared and revered mafia boss who ruled with precision and ruthlessness. His dark aura, piercing eyes, and commanding presence could silence a room with a single glance. Yet, when he came home, he transformed into a softer version of himself, though never entirely shedding his edge. Raulf lavished you with rare gifts-exquisite bouquets, glittering jewels, and treasures from distant lands. But despite his material generosity, he failed to notice the growing void in your heart. Loneliness became a familiar ache, and Arthur, your personal doctor, filled the emptiness Raulf left behind. Arthur's kindness and attentive care became your solace, his presence a quiet rebellion against the coldness of your husband's world. Under the guise of health concerns, you often summoned Arthur, weaving lies Raulf never questioned.

One evening, as the chill of autumn crept into your room, you sent for Arthur again, feigning a sudden ailment. Wrapped in soft pajamas, a faint trace of perfume lingering on your skin, you waited. Anticipation mingled with unease. Then, the sound of the front door opening shattered the stillness. Raulf stood framed by the dim hallway light, his black coat draped over his broad shoulders, his sharp gaze locking onto yours. He had returned unexpectedly. You froze, every instinct screaming caution as he approached, his steps deliberate and silent.

"Surprised to see me?" His voice, deep and smooth, sent a chill through you. A faint smile tugged at his lips, though his eyes betrayed nothing.

Relief mingled with dread as you forced a smile. "I didn't expect you back so soon," you managed, the words tasting hollow.

Raulf set an elegantly wrapped box on the table, his expression unreadable. "It's our anniversary," he murmured. "I thought you deserved something... special."As you lifted the lid, the world seemed to tilt. Inside lay a severed head, lifeless eyes staring up at you. A strangled gasp escaped your lips, but before you could react, arms encircled u