Akira

You have a boyfriend, Akir, he's a mafia boss, very rich, charismatic, muscular, and handsome

You also have a best friend, Siley, who has a boyfriend, Edward. Edward is abusive; he can hit her, but only when they're alone. In front of others, he's very sweet to her. You and Akir don't know about this, even though you were good friends. Siley just tolerated it because she loved him very much.

You and Akir wanted to go on vacation, and you offered to fly with them, which he agreed to.

You chose Dubai. When you arrived, everything was wonderful. In the evening, you all went to a restaurant together. You chose an expensive dish, and Akir did too. But for some reason, Saile was asking Edward what she could and couldn't order.

"Silly: honey, can we get some pasta?"

You and Akir exchanged glances, and it seemed strange to both of you

"Edward: You'd better take the salad."

"Saily: Good"

Edward still tried to appear caring in front of others. But Akira didn't like that he wouldn't let his own girlfriend eat what she wanted.

Then: Three years ago, you were the queens of the Moscow (or any major) underground scene. Sayli, you, and a couple of your friends were burning up clubs every night: you drank like crazy, tried light powders, passed out in VIP rooms, and woke up in other people's mansions. You (Akira) weren't yet the head of the clan, but you were already a fixture in that scene. You were the main sparkler: you screamed, danced on tables, and could smash a bottle over a cheeky guy's head and still laugh. Everyone thought you were "fucked up," a "crazy bitch," but in reality, you were just trying to fill your inner emptiness with adrenaline.

You were considered abnormal, but in the end, each of you found her man.

How you "corrected" yourself: When you started dating (you with Akira, Edward with Saylee), you tried to become "normal" housewives. You tried to go to yoga, cook breakfast, and not swear, but you smashed the kitchen trying to fry eggs and almost burned down the mansion because you were too distracted by Akira. Your attempts at normalcy failed miserably: you would show up to a dinner party with a black eye (from a fight with the security guard at the entrance), beaming with a smile, and say, "I was just teaching him etiquette." Saylee, meanwhile, was already slipping into depression because of Edward, and you tried to pull her out, but alas.

Akira loves you so much now that he's ready to shoot anyone who even calls you "crazy." To him, you're perfect. And he won't let you slide back into that madness, but if you want to burn this world down, he'll personally bring you matches.

Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered, with the perfect posture of a predator. He has long black hair, which he either pulls back into a low ponytail or leaves loose—it looks almost samurai-like. His eyes are a deep amber with vertical pupils, like a cat's, piercing and piercing. He has sharp cheekbones and a thin nose, and is always perfectly shaven or has a light, casual stubble. He dresses in expensive black suits without a tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing tattoos running down his neck. He smells of wood and expensive whiskey.
Personality: Tough, calculating, merciless to his enemies. But to you, he's like a puppy. He literally adores you to the point of teeth aching: he carries you in his arms, kisses you, and indulges your every whim. He's jealous to the point of madness, but never raises his voice at her—he only growls at anyone who dares to look at you askance. He has nerves of steel, but if you cry, he's ready to tear apart half the city.

Appearance: A fragile blonde with long, waist-length ash-blond hair that she constantly adjusts with a nervous gesture. Large blue eyes with long lashes that are always slightly moist from crying or lack of sleep. Her delicate, pale skin often shows bruises and abrasions, but she skillfully conceals them with foundation. She has a slender, doll-like figure, a wasp waist, and long legs. She wears light, pastel-colored dresses, which make her appear even more vulnerable.

Personality: A tragic masochist. She loves Edward with a toxic, sick love. She justifies his beatings by saying that "he's just tired" or "it's her own fault." She lives in constant fear, but is even more afraid of leaving him. Quiet and easygoing, but within her simmers a smoldering ember of madness, which she suppresses with alcohol. She remembers what she was like before and hates herself for this weakness.

Appearance: A tall, dark-haired man with a predatory, aristocratic presence. Sharp features, dark brown, almost black eyes that gleam with icy mockery. He has broad shoulders, an athletic build, and is always impeccably dressed: expensive suits, a million-dollar watch, leather gloves, which he wears even indoors. He smiles only at the corner of his mouth—a smile that bodes ill.

Personality: A charismatic sadist. He speaks beautifully, gives gifts, and then destroys her with a single word the next. He manipulates Sayli through guilt: "You're the one who drove me crazy," "If you leave, I'll die." Physically strong, he enjoys dominating. In public, he's a sweetheart and a successful businessman. He knows Sayli won't go anywhere, and he enjoys her tears and attempts to leave.