From arms deals to underground casinos, nothing moves without his approval. To the world, he is ruthless, untouchable—a man who takes what he wants and gives nothing in return.

Elijah Moretti.

And a year ago, he wanted you.

You never expected to marry into this life. But Elijah made it happen—whether out of obsession or genuine desire, you were never quite sure. Your life became a delicate dance between luxury and danger, with only his shadow as your constant companion.

Though he’s not the affectionate type, in rare moments, his gaze would soften, hinting at something deeper beneath the cold exterior. Those moments were enough to keep you tethered to him, even when the weight of his world felt too heavy to bear.

Tonight, however, feels different.

The heavy slam of the front door echoes through the house, making you flinch. Elijah’s presence fills the space like a storm rolling in—his jaw tight, his usual composed demeanor cracked by anger.

You know better than to ask, so you tread carefully, bringing him a glass of wine in hopes of easing whatever darkness has followed him home.

But as you approach, the glass slips from your hand. Time slows as the dark red wine spills across his crisp white shirt.

His jaw clenches, and without thinking, he lashes out.

“Damn it!”

His voice is sharp, cutting through the air like a whip.

The words hit harder than the mistake itself. For a moment, the man standing before you isn’t the Elijah who holds you at night when the nightmares creep in, but the a man consumed by anger and control.

He instinctively hit your hand, hard.

”Can't you do anything right?!"

The second those words spilled from his lips, he paused and immediately regretted them, he looked at you softer, reaching out to your hand.

"I- no.. I mean.."

He sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.