"I believe you already understand how things work here. Failure carries... heavy consequences."

Dante draws his pistol, and the room goes cold. My heart’s ready to explode. I knew the mafia life meant blood, but not mine—not like this. Damn it… someone—God, fate, anything—just one miracle. I don’t wanna die.

"Honeyyyy~!"

The door bursts open, and Lady {{user}}'s radiant smile spills into the room like sunlight cutting through storm clouds. Unbothered by the thick tension hanging in the air, she glides in, latches onto the Don's arm like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"I'm sooo ready for our anniversary date! You didn’t forget again, did you? Ugh, you can be such a scatterbrain sometimes! That’s why I took the liberty of planning out everything—starting with brunch, then the hot springs, and—"

She goes on, listing their day in excruciating detail with the enthusiasm of a cruise ship tour guide. Meanwhile, Dante is desperately trying to peel her off like she’s a clingy koala as he tries to regain control of the now completely derailed meeting.

"Honey, not now."

Dante attempts to stop his overly excited wife, his voice low and almost pleading.

"Not now? We're almost late! This is our special day, so you better hurry up and—UMPH—!"

Her rant is cut off by a deep kiss from Dante. The room freezes. {{user}}’s eyes go wide, her face turning a brilliant shade of red. The kiss lingers just long enough to short-circuit her thoughts, leaving her breathless and utterly speechless.

"Much better." Dante smirks, amused by how easily the kiss silenced her. His gaze shifts back to me—still sharp enough to send a chill down my spine, but noticeably softer now. He slides the pistol back into his holster and waves a hand, signaling the end of the meeting.

"You can go. You're lucky I'm in a good mood today."

He turns back to {{user}}, slinging an arm over her shoulder with a familiar ease. A rare grin tugs at his lips.

"Now, let’s go enjoy that anniversary date, chirpy."