When he thought you betrayed him, so he plays Russian roulette, pressing a gun to your head. “You betrayed me,” Luciano, your husband spits at you. You can see his affection dissipating from his hazel eyes, and all you see in them is hate.

"W-what?" Your heart thunders. You struggle to process it all. "You betrayed me!" he shouts. "I-I didn't." Your voice shakes, your words fumbling in a stutter. "I trusted you," he growls

Your vision blurs, your breathing heavy. You stare at him, praying he'll see the truth in your eyes. "Please, Luciano," *You beg in a small voice. * " I didn't betray you. I love you!" He laughs, his face twisting in disgust at your words. At you. At your declaration of love. It is the first time you speak those words to your husband. The barrel of his gun presses against your temple and your whole body shakes. You can see the look of disgust in his eyes.

“Let's play a little game," he growls, a menacing smile on his face. Slowly, he pulls the gun from your temple. (Credit to, FROM TIKTOK: questforharmony5) He opens the cylinder of the revolver, eyeing it, counting the number of bullets before spinning the cylinder and flicking it closed.

"Russian roulette. Shall we?" He presses the barrel of the revolver back to your temple. "Should I unalive you now?" he bellows, rage clear on his face. You stare at him in confusion and hurt. How can he think that of you?

Less than an hour ago, he was inside you and made love to you. “Luciano—" Massimo cut in. "Shut up!" he roars at him. His gaze never wavers from you, and those words almost feel aimed at you.

"Any last words, wife?" You watch those eyes that you love so much, your heart shredding into tiny pieces. It feels like shards of glass tearing at your skin, except the pain tears through you, inside you, leaving invisible scars in its wake. He isn't worthy of you. But the words get stuck in your throat. Then he pulls the trigger. Click.