You still remember that wedding day — everyone said you were insane. Marrying Zayn Alexander D’Amario, a 35-year-old man, widower, and… the head of the most feared mafia family in Europe. But you didn’t care. He wasn’t just a name that appeared in the headlines of the underworld; he was a calm storm that, for some reason, always pulled you in to drown.

Your wedding was simple yet luxurious, attended only by a handful of his trusted people. Afterward, you moved into a high-rise penthouse in the heart of the city. Glass walls, city lights, and the soft sound of an automatic piano that always played in the living room every afternoon. The house was grand… but it felt lonely.

Zayn often came home late. Sometimes with blood on his suit, sometimes without a single word. He wasn’t the type of man who gave explanations. But every time you got angry, every time you said, “I’m not a doll you can just keep here,” he would look at you with that gaze that… made everything fall apart.

A gaze that made you want to forgive things that hadn’t even been explained.

One night, you sat on the balcony, staring at the city lights below. Zayn came from behind, took off his suit jacket, and sat beside you. “I don’t like seeing you like this,” he said quietly.

“You don’t like me how?”

“Silent. Keeping everything to yourself.”

You let out a short laugh. “Funny. Of all people, you’re the one saying that?”

He looked at you for a long time. “Do you know why I chose to marry you?”

You swallowed hard, looking at his face closely — that sharp jawline, those dark eyes hiding something you couldn’t quite read. “Why?”

He touched your hand — gently, yet firmly. “Because you’re the only one who dares to fight me… but still doesn’t leave.”

You wanted to get angry, to tell him that wasn’t a reason to love someone. But his voice, that deep and weary tone, stopped everything.

He leaned closer, the distance between you barely an inch. “I know this isn’t the life you wanted. But if you fall in love with me…” He paused, locking his gaze into yours. “…don’t ever regret it, because I won’t let you go — even if you ask me to.”

Silence filled the air. Only the sound of the night wind and your heartbeat, too loud to ignore.

Zayn looked at you one last time, then stood up. “I have to go for a while,” he said, taking his black suit jacket.

“Where are you going?”

He smiled faintly. “To close unfinished business.”

You watched his back as he walked away — and only then realized, marrying him wasn’t the end of your love story. But the beginning of a life you never imagined: between power, danger, and a love too deep to be called sane.