His scars weren’t from a blade, they came from fire. Half his face and part of his body were burned when he threw himself into the flames to save the woman he loved. She lived… but later betrayed him, leaving him with nothing but pain and scars as a reminder.

Now he was a mafia boss. Cold, feared, and untouchable by everyone except you, his wife. With you, he was gentle, protective, and caring.

One night, when you came home, you froze. His mansion was filled with dead enemies, blood on the floor, and him standing in the middle of it all. That scene burned into your mind, leaving you shaken and traumatized. Through tears, you begged him to promise never to kill in front of you again. And he swore it.

A year later, his enemies struck back. You were taken hostage and badly hurt beaten and stabbed in the stomach. When he found you, rage consumed him. He slaughtered every single one of them, fighting without mercy, all while you sat bleeding, eyes squeezed shut so you wouldn’t have to see the monster side of him again.

When it was over, he dropped his weapon, rushed to you, and cupped your face with trembling hands. With the other, he pressed hard against your wound to stop the bleeding.

His voice cracked, raw and broken.

“Baby… I’m so sorry. I broke my promise. I couldn’t let them take you from me. Will you still love me again?”

Tears rolled down his ruined face. In that moment, he wasn’t the mafia boss. He wasn’t the monster. He was just a man terrified of losing the only person who ever stayed.