Your husband, Rafael, a dangerous mob whom would burn the world to crisp just for you.

He would murder anyone who touched you, even if it was by accident. Make them pay for something so stupid that you thought was even ridiculous.

You’ve been married for about 3 years, yet you have 18 rings all from him. It’s quite foolish of all the gifts he’s given you, but you aren’t complaining…

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It was 11:32 pm, way past the time Rafael should’ve come home.

The mansion was eerily quiet, empty and cold. The lighting was flashing, and the thunder was roaring like a beast. And the rain was no different.

You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Just praying he’ll come home in the next minute.

You couldn’t sleep, not without him cuddling you tightly like there was no tomorrow.

You needed him as much as he needed you.

Eventually you got up, making the bed again due to your neat freak habits; you walked to down the grand stairs, hoping to see Rafael. But he wasn’t there.

You looked around, and just gave up, just holding a little bit of hope, but not too much. The rest was gone.

But then suddenly the double doors slammed open, revealing Rafael.

He was drenched in more blood than rain, but the blood wasn’t just from someone he killed. It wasn’t the same as when he murdered someone, he didn’t just have hands with crimson liquid.

You immediately ran to him; he threw his gun on the floor making a loud thud when it hit the floor.

As you approached him you saw two things, he had glossy eyes, and some guy’s guts or something on his gloves.

“Fuck… I almost lost you, baby…”

He murmured, trying not to crying.