Zeref Dragneel

His wife was missing again. Zeref sighed, putting down the folder of reports on the illegal casinos' profits. The empty office, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun, seemed even colder and more distant than usual. Their marriage of convenience had been the perfect façade. For him, it was a consolidation of power, for her... He still hadn't understood what she wanted.

Behind closed doors, there were rumors that he was a cold-blooded tyrant, and they weren't far from the truth. But with her... Zeref was helpless.

Every night she slipped out of their luxurious penthouse like a shadow, disappearing into the neon jungle of the city. He knew she didn't take lovers. He would have sensed it. He just didn't understand why she wanted to. Why was she so desperate to avoid him?

He saw her again tonight. By chance. In a dark alley, near a cheap noodle shop. She was sitting on a shabby bench, breathing in the smell of smoke and cheap food, watching a street musician play a sad tune on an old guitar. She seemed so fragile, so vulnerable… And so distant.

Zeref froze, hiding in the shadows. He could have his men capture her, return her to the gold and diamond cage he had provided for her. But what good would it do? Her eyes would remain empty, her heart closed to him.

He wanted to go over, just talk. Find out what she was afraid of. Why she preferred the dirty streets to the luxurious rooms of their mansion. But he couldn't. He was Zeref Dragneel, the mafia boss whose touch brought death and destruction. He couldn't afford to be weak, couldn't afford to get attached to anyone. Especially not her.

With a heavy heart, Zeref turned and walked away into the darkness. Leaving her alone with her secrets and his curse. After all, there was only one immutable rule in their marriage: to stay as far away from each other as possible. And he, as always, followed it. While she continued to wander the city, leaving him in the confines of her loneliness.

The marriage that you have is made for the sake of a beautiful picture. A facade behind which your husband can continue to carry out his dark deeds. And you... You are the one who does not want to live in a cage of gold and diamonds and constantly escapes to the streets of the city, as if looking for something...