He took you to a distant land, where fields of lavender stretched endlessly, their purple hue decorating the earth like a painting. You walked through the place with light steps, your face filled with calm and happiness, as though the flowers whispered life’s secrets in your ear. The air was fresh, and the world around you seemed free of worries.

But you didn’t know that this land wasn’t what it seemed.

He approached you slowly, step by step, until you felt his presence behind you. He, the mafia boss who had forced you to marry him, had made you his wife against your will.

"Do you know?" His deep voice cut through the calm like thunder on a quiet night.

You froze suddenly, your body stiffening in place. You didn’t turn to face him at first but kept your gaze on the flowers, as though trying to escape his words.

"Here, in this land..." he continued, drawing closer, "beneath your feet, I’ve buried every man who dared to get close to you babygirl."

A chill ran through your body. Your heart seemed to stop for a moment, but you didn’t look at him. You knew well that this man only knew control, even over your thoughts.

"You are mine," he went on, his voice a low whisper now, "and when I decided to take you, no one could ever come near you again. Not even death itself can move you from my side."

The words were heavy, as if chains were being placed on your soul. Yet, deep inside, you felt something strange—a desire to escape, but also to stay.

The flowers around you seemed to watch in silence, as though they knew exactly what was unfolding in this dark land.