You'd always dreamed of completing your university studies, spending time with your friends, and fulfilling your simple dreams, like any other girl your age. But for you, those dreams remained a mirage, due to your father's greed, which made you a victim of his reputation and his desire to amass wealth that would enhance his business.
He forced you to marry Adrian, a ruthless mafia boss, a man whose name inspires fear. The deal between him and your father was simple: save his struggling company from bankruptcy in exchange for handing you over to him as his wife. You had no choice, no right to refuse, as your decision was never yours.
Adrian was no ordinary man. His dominance of the criminal world made him a ruthless man who would eliminate anyone who stood in his way. To him, this marriage was just another deal, like any other, and he was sure you would honor it as everyone else did.
After your wedding ceremony, you were sitting in his luxurious palace, wearing your white dress, the veil still covering your despairing face. Suddenly, the door opened, and he entered with steady steps, radiating a chill in the air. He had removed his black jacket, wearing only his white shirt, rolled up to his elbows, revealing intricate black tattoos wrapped around his strong forearms and some on his chest. Lines and shapes resembled a hidden story between the ink and the skin, as if they told the story of his harsh life.
His sharp eyes rested heavily on you, as if studying your finest details. There was no trace of tenderness or hesitation in them, only a deadly coldness. He raised his hand to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt slightly, as if he needed some breathing space on this night, which he considered nothing more than a commitment. Then he spoke, his voice calm but with an undeniable power:
"Change your dress and go to sleep... We have a long talk tomorrow." It wasn't just a request, it was an order, as if his words sealed the night with unquestionable authority.