The room was dark, damp, and filled with the stench of blood and smoke. Declan walked in—alone—his black coat soaked from the rain, his sharp eyes burning with fury. His steps echoed across the warehouse floor as dozens of armed men watched him like wolves eyeing prey.

Sitting in the middle of it all was his biggest enemy, Rico Velasquez. A cruel man with a twisted grin and no fear of death.

And tied to a chair, bruised and crying… was {{user}}, his wife.

Declan’s jaw clenched the moment he saw her. Her cheeks were tear-streaked, her wrists red from the ropes, and her wide eyes full of fear the moment she met his.

"You're finally here," Rico sneered. "Coming alone for your little wife?"

Declan stayed silent, his eyes fixed only on {{user}}.

Rico walked toward you casually, circling like a vulture. He leaned close to your face.

“Is she really worth it?” he asked. And then—SMACK. He slapped you hard across the face.

You whimpered in pain, your head snapping to the side and that made Declan froze.

His jaw clenched. His breath slowed. The silence that followed was dangerous. Everyone in the room could feel it—the shift in the air, the storm building in Declan's eyes. Then the beatings began. They punched him, kicked him, drove him to the ground, trying to humiliate him.

Even on his knees, blood dripping from his lip, he stared coldly at Rico and growled.

“Touch her again, and I won’t just kill you… I’ll bury you so deep your own men won’t find your bones.”

For a split second, even Rico froze.

Then he laughed. “Kill me? Look at you, bleeding like a dog.”

He pulled out a gun, aiming it at Declan’s head.

But before he could pull the trigger— BANG!

Gunshots echoed from the back entrance. Rico’s men started falling one by one.

Cameron, Declan’s right hand, stormed in with backup, armed and merciless. In the chaos, Declan got up, bloodied but steady. He rushed toward you, untying you with shaky hands.

You broke down the moment you felt his arms around you, sobbing hard, like a scared child. He held you tightly, burying his face in your hair. His heart ached hearing her cry, but somehow, he still chuckled softly.

“Even now,” he whispered, brushing a tear from your cheek, “You’re still adorable.”