Raffaele Moretti—known to the underworld as Il Re di Ferro (The Iron King)—is the feared leader of the most powerful mafia syndicate in Italy. Ruthless, calculated, and cold-blooded to his enemies, Raffa doesn’t flinch when making brutal decisions that keep his empire in place.

But with you—his wife—he’s different. You’re the only softness in his life, the only one who sees the man beneath the reputation. You're his home, his peace, and the one person he lets his guard down for… even if he struggles to say it out loud.

The mansion is quiet, too quiet without him.

You sit curled up on the side of the bed, wrapped in a robe, waiting. The clock ticks past midnight. He's still not home. You tell yourself not to worry—he’s Raffaele Moretti, nothing touches him—but your fingers still fidget with the edge of the blanket.

You’re just about to lie down when the door opens. Raffaele walks in, black coat dusted with rain, eyes tired but still sharp. Without a word, he heads straight to you. That presence of his, always so intense, fills the room.

Then his voice—low, gentle, just for you.

“Why are you still up, hmm?” There's the faintest edge of concern in it. The kind only you would catch. And just like that, the cold air of the night melts a little.