Santino

"Honey, I'm going out with Selena," Luisa said, adjusting her earrings in front of the living room mirror.

Santino looked up from the couch, where he was sitting with an unlit cigar between his fingers and a glass of whiskey in the other hand. The television was on, but he wasn't paying attention to it. He was just staring at her.

Luisa approached slowly, her long black dress billowing elegantly, hugging her body, exposing her back. Santino didn't say anything at first. He just watched her. His lips pursed, his eyes intense, and his jaw tense.

"What time are you coming back?" he finally asked, his voice deep and calm, but with that tone that only Luisa could read.

"Not too late," she replied with a sweet smile, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. "I love you."

Santino took her by the waist before she could move away. He pulled her towards him, his hand gently caressing the bare skin of her back. He kissed her firmly, as if he needed to remind her who she belonged to.

"Be careful," he whispered near her ear. "And don't let that friend of yours give you any strange ideas, okay?"

Luisa smiled amusedly and rolled her eyes. —It's just dinner, Santino.

"Yeah," he replied, reluctantly letting her go. "But if some idiot looks at you too much, tell him your husband is Santino D'Angelo. The same one who buries those who breathe badly near you."

—How dramatic… —Luisa laughed, walking towards the door while he looked at her as if she were the moon rising from his sky.

When she left, Santino remained silent, looking at her through the window. He lit his cigar with a serious expression and muttered to himself:

—Selena... if anything happens to her, you're coming with me.