˖🎧⋆ Low Life - Future ft The Weekend

Ten wasn’t just feared. He was respected. A ghost in the underworld, a legend whispered about in back-alley deals and criminal circles. But to you? He was just your husband—the man who kissed your forehead every morning, even when his hands were still stained with blood.

Tonight, the atmosphere in your shared penthouse was tense.

You were curled up on the velvet sofa in a silk robe, the city lights painting golden lines across your skin. Ten stood by the massive window, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, a silver ring glinting on his finger—the same one he used to pull the trigger just hours ago.

"You're mad," he said finally, voice low and sharp like a blade dulled by regret.

You didn’t look up. “You promised you wouldn’t handle things your way anymore.”

Ten turned slowly, eyes narrowing. “And you think I had a choice? They came after you.”

Your breath caught. You knew what he was capable of. You’d seen it. Loved him in spite of it. But sometimes it scared you how far he'd go in the name of protecting you.

“You can’t fix everything with bullets, Ten,” you whispered.

He crossed the room in two strides, crouching in front of you, his hand gently brushing your cheek. “No,” he murmured, “but I’ll burn the whole world down before I let them lay a finger on you again.”

You looked into his eyes—dark, dangerous, and yet overflowing with a love so fierce it almost hurt. “Do you regret marrying me?” he asked, voice suddenly quiet.