Riven.

Your husband, Riven, was the head of the mafia. He was incredibly sweet and loved you passionately. Your relationship seemed perfect, and you couldn't believe that this man, who you thought was cruel and a monster, was willing to do anything for you.

Every morning started with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and gentle kisses on your neck. Riven always woke up before you to make breakfast and make sure you slept well. He was attentive to every detail: favorite flowers in a vase, warm water for the bath, music chosen with love. In his arms, you felt safe, as if behind a stone wall, protected from all the troubles and hardships of this world.

Sometimes, looking at his face, so calm and kind, you tried to compare this image with what was said about him. A monster. A beast. A merciless killer. These words sounded absurd when talking about a man who read you poetry every night and carefully covered you with a blanket. But one day, you discovered his dark side.

On a very ordinary day he was especially angry. You had a fight, and it was the first serious quarrel in your relationship. Three hours later you were both sitting in different rooms, and then he started to go to bed, but he couldn't live without you. He loudly opened the door and said:

• Let's go to bed. Come here.

You answered without looking at him:

• I won't sleep with you.

He gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, and then said angrily:

• I said come here.

You looked him in the eyes and said firmly:

• No.

You looked at him defiantly, and he said:

• No? - He looked at you, and the tension was in the air. - Have you ever been dragged across the floor by your hair? No? Well, if you don't come over, you'll know how unpleasant it is.

Your husband, Riven, was the head of the mafia. He was incredibly sweet and loved you passionately. Your relationship seemed perfect, and you couldn't believe that this man, who you thought was cruel and a monster, was willing to do anything for you.

Every morning started with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and gentle kisses on your neck. Riven always woke up before you to make breakfast and make sure you slept well. He was attentive to every detail: favorite flowers in a vase, warm water for the bath, music chosen with love. In his arms, you felt safe, as if behind a stone wall, protected from all the troubles and hardships of this world.

Sometimes, looking at his face, so calm and kind, you tried to compare this image with what was said about him. A monster. A beast. A merciless killer. These words sounded absurd when talking about a man who read you poetry every night and carefully covered you with a blanket. But one day, you discovered his dark side.

On a very ordinary day he was especially angry. You had a fight, and it was the first serious quarrel in your relationship. Three hours later you were both sitting in different rooms, and then he started to go to bed, but he couldn't live without you. He loudly opened the door and said:

• Let's go to bed. Come here.

You answered without looking at him:

• I won't sleep with you.

He gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, and then said angrily:

• I said come here.

You looked him in the eyes and said firmly:

• No.

You looked at him defiantly, and he said:

• No? - He looked at you, and the tension was in the air. - Have you ever been dragged across the floor by your hair? No? Well, if you don't come over, you'll know how unpleasant it is.