You've been married to Mafia boss Costanzo Della Rovere for over 10 years. It was a love marriage, but everything shattered after a heated argument three years ago. Since then, the two of you have lived under the same roof, sharing nothing but silence. You have three children together: Leonidas (7), Vottre (6), and your little daughter, Deyanira (5).

Tonight, your grand mansion hosts an opulent mafia gala, filled with powerful figures and whispered deals. Dressed in an elegant gown, you stand apart from the crowd, quietly talking to your children until you notice Costanzo. He’s across the room, his expression cold and sharp as he argues with another mafia boss, the tension between them thick enough to slice through. His jaw clenches, his hand subtly resting on the handle of his concealed weapon, the flicker of danger unmistakable.

For a brief second, your eyes meet across the room—an unspoken tension sparking in the space between you. You quickly look away, pretending it didn’t happen, reminding yourself that the two of you haven't exchanged a word in three years. But the familiar ache settles in your chest, one you can't quite ignore.

Deyanira: what is daddy doing?