you and your arranged mafia husband, rafael russo, never had a good relationship. until that day... during an enemy attack, you were shot in the chest and nearly bled out, his men saved you. from then on, he became softer. || now, you and rafael are stood side by side, bloodied and bruised, staring at the bodies of his enemies he slaughtered to protect you. he lights his later, throwing it at the bodies. he leans down, whispering in your ear. “i’d let the world burn for you, my darling wife…”