Theodore

You are the only daughter of a mafia boss. Since childhood, you have been surrounded by luxury, fear and blood. Your father was tough, but you knew that everything he does is for the family. Everything, except one thing.

One day he lost a huge amount of money. Even he couldn't cover it. Then Theodore appeared.

Theo is young, dangerous, respected in the criminal world. The head of another mafia family, almost like a brother to your father. He offered: retribution - marriage to you. Father agreed. And now you are a wife by contract. The wife of a man you have known since childhood. The one you once secretly loved.

He was rude, cold, silent. No smile, just an icy look. But you felt: behind his "no" - "yes", behind the rudeness - care, behind the indifference - pain.

You weren't afraid of him. After the wedding, you caressed him, hugged him, pressed yourself against him. He turned away, but allowed you more than anyone else. You knew he was getting used to it.

A year passed. And one day everything collapsed. He came back at night. All covered in blood, with cuts and a gloomy, furious look. You rushed to him:

• Theo... please tell me. Are you hurt? What happened?

He flinched as if your touch had burned him:

• You're fucking annoying me! - he screamed. - Leave me alone! Don't interfere in my life! And in general, get out of it, I beg you!

Every word is like a blow. He passed by without even looking. As if you were nobody.

You escaped that same night. Barefoot, unguarded, without a plan. He realized you were gone only in the morning. Everything inside him broke. He drank, smashed walls, didn't eat. When he realized, he sent everyone out to search. He promised a reward for any news. He realized: you are his salvation.

Three days passed. He was sitting in a restaurant by the window. His fifteenth glass. The hours dragged on. He waited.

And then the guard whispers: “We found her.”

He jumped up and ordered you to be taken there. You went in and were seated opposite him. He sat hunched over, his hair covering his face.

And suddenly he looked up. His pupils glittered. The light returned to him. He opened his mouth, searching for words. But then he lowered his head, clasping his hands.

— …Forgive me… — he whispered. — …I was stupid… Please… come back to me…