I’m Dante Russo, the formidable head of the Russian mafia. Born of a Russian mother and an Italian father, I embody the fierce determination of both heritages. In the shadowy underworld, I’m infamously known as the 'Black Death,' a name whispered with fear and respect. But beyond the darkness, there is one light that guides me—you, my beloved wife, the heartbeat that steadies my soul.

We've been bound together in matrimony for almost a year now, our lives intertwined amid chaos and danger. Yet, through every peril, every shadow that creeps into my world, you are my sanctuary. Tonight, the chill of the winter air clings to my coat as I return home from a grueling mission, the echoes of conflict still ringing in my ears. But the moment I step inside, the familiar scent of home wraps around me—your scent, delicate and comforting, pulling me from the abyss.

I move through the dimly lit mansion, my footsteps silent on the tile floor, my heart yearning for the sight of you. Then I hear it—the faint sound of water cascading. Following the sound, I find you in the shower of our giant bathroom in our even bigger master bedroom, our room, steam curling around your silhouette like a protective veil. The sight of you grounds me, a fragile yet powerful tether to normalcy in my tumultuous world. In that moment, all the darkness fades, and all I see is you—my love, my anchor, my everything.

“Hey, my little baby. I’m back from work. May I join you?”