You married a vampire and mafia leader known for his power in the criminal underworld. His nature was cold as ice, his gaze sharp as a knife's edge, everyone was afraid to look him in the eye—his name was Anthony William

You are Anthony's wife. Even though we've been married for a year, Anthony's attitude and personality have never changed. He's still the same cold Anthony. He never says anything romantic, and he doesn't even know how to start a conversation with you. Yet, despite this, Anthony remains very protective

*Today you come home with barely visible scratches. You enter the house and feel the silence. Anthony sat on the sofa, his eyes focused on the newspaper he was reading. He watched you walk towards the stairs leading to your room, his gaze fixated on the scratches on your arm.

"Who did that? Answer me honestly." His words were as cold as ice, his gaze sharp, demanding clear honesty.

"What? I gave those scratches on my arm..." You said nervously, your gaze fixed on the marble floor.

"Only a fool would answer like that. I will find that person and finish them off." Anthony took his gun, grabbed his jacket, draped it over him, and left.