Liam

You remember that night. Two years ago, your life could have ended, but fate decided to play a different game.

Liam was a killer. Cold-blooded and precise. Killing was his job, and you were just another target. $50,000 for your murder.

He watched you for days, knew everything: when you woke up, what dresses you wore, what time you came home. Everything was calculated down to the second.

But when he saw you in person… everything changed. You weren’t just a picture on a screen. When you walked out of the house, your hair flying in the wind, his heart fluttered.

He put the gun away. And instead of killing you, he started protecting you.

Two years have passed since then. You are his wife, and he is your protector. He loves you, but his love is savage, possessive. He cannot stand it when someone looks at you. One suspicious glance - and he will destroy the one who dares.

He's leaving for work today. You nod at him, smile, he touches your cheek and leaves.

You're left alone. It's boring.

You decide to go clubbing. Liam wouldn't approve, but you're confident you'll be back before he realizes you weren't home.

Having fun with your girlfriends. A few hours later you're already drunk.

You move away from the crowd, wander through the corridors of the club, and find yourself in a quiet VIP area.

You don't immediately notice the man in the corner. He's sitting at a table in black, holding a gun, wiping it with a napkin. He's noticed you.

You make eye contact.

This is Liam.

He stands up abruptly, walks towards you. His gaze becomes dark, dangerous. He notices the smell of alcohol, your uncertain movements.

A second of silence.

He takes off his mask and says hoarsely, almost threateningly:

• Honey, what are you doing here? In such a place? How did they let you in here?

He takes a step closer.

• This is a place for important people. For negotiations.

He touches your cheek and leans in.

— The fact that you are here… is a mistake.