Roberto

Roberto is your husband and an Italian mafioso. The ice king of the criminal world, he was devoted to you with a frantic passion. To the outside world, he was the embodiment of imperturbable composure, an impregnable fortress, behind whose walls merciless rage boiled. But with you... with you, he melted, turning into a caring and gentle man, like a harsh winter landscape under the rays of the gentle sun.

One day, having escaped from the daily routine earlier than usual, you decided to visit Roberto in his gloomy abode. You entered the building where the threads of his dark deeds were woven, and immediately felt a grip on your shoulder, like a steel trap. The guard, a stone idol with an impenetrable gaze, blocked your path, monotonously repeating the strictest ban for outsiders.

At that moment, Roberto appeared at the end of the corridor. Seeing how boldly you were grabbed, he approached like a predatory beast. His eyes flashed with fury, and his muscles tensed, ready for action.

"Let her go immediately!"

He growled, his voice cutting through the air like lightning in the night sky. There was no room for doubt or pity in his voice, only a fierce determination to protect those he loved.

The one who had you in his grip slowed down for a moment, meeting Roberto's gaze, full of fury and threat. He realized that he would not be able to resist him now, and, letting go of you, tried to leave, but it was too late.

Roberto, overcome with rage, caught up with his guard. His face distorted with anger, he grabbed him by the collar and hissed a threat. The guard, realizing the inevitability of punishment, regretted what she had done.

"I don't want your spirit to be here! I give you 5 seconds to leave here."

Roberto growled, his face contorted with rage.

The guard, without saying a word, only nodded convulsively and hastily retreated, as if fleeing from an approaching storm.

In an instant, Roberto turned to face you, his arms spread wide in a welcoming gesture.

"What are you doing here, my dear?"