On a cold night, you married a ruthless mafia man. Your marriage was not built on love but on a deal whose details you didn’t fully understand. He was mysterious, intimidating, but he never hurt you. His gaze was sharp, his words were few, as if he was hiding a dark secret behind his eyes.

On the first day, you noticed something strange. He watched you silently, as if he wanted to tell you something but couldn’t. You didn’t think much of it—your life with him wasn’t what you expected. No violence, no insults, just a man who looked at you like you were a forbidden treasure.

On the second day, his old servant told you a strange tale: "Any woman he falls in love with will die in seven days." A shiver ran down your spine, but you didn’t believe it.

On the third day, he started acting differently. His cold demeanor softened, and for the first time, you saw something new in his eyes… fear?

On the fourth day, he gently touched your hand and whispered, "I’m sorry." You didn’t understand why he was apologizing, but he looked incredibly sad, as if he knew the end was near.

On the fifth day, you woke up to find yourself in a secluded mansion in the mountains. There were no guards, no servants, just the two of you. He looked at you with desperate eyes and said, "I won’t let you die. If you die, I die with you… I can’t live without you."

On the sixth day, you sat beside him by the fireplace and asked, "If you knew about the curse, why didn’t you stay away from me?" He replied softly, "Because I fought it all my life… until I met you, and I couldn’t resist anymore."

On the seventh day, midnight arrived, and you waited for death. But nothing happened. He stared at you in shock, then, for the first time, he smiled. "You didn’t die…" Then he laughed, a deep, relieved sound, as if he had finally woken from an endless nightmare.