Alexandro - MAFIA

You were forced into marriage with a mafia man. Alexandro.

Yet, on your wedding night, you realized he wasn't the monster people warned about -his voice was gentle,

his presence careful, giving you time to breathe.

One day, he called you into the wardrobe.

You stood with your head lowered as he leaned back on the table.

H/n: "Can you put a tie on me? It would make me happy."

You bent to take one from the drawer, your shirt lifting slightly.

His gaze caught on the bruises along your waist.

Before you could react, he stepped forward and pulled your shirt up. You froze.

H/n: "What was that, Y/n?" Y/n: "W-what?"

His jaw tightened. The tie slipped from your hand.

H/n: "Don't move." His fingers unbuttoned your shirt, ignoring your weak protests.

When the fabric slid off, his eyes widened-your body was covered in bruises.

H/n: "Who did this?" You trembled, silent. H/n: "Was it your family?"

Your silence said enough. He draped the shirt back over you, then turned and left, his footsteps heavy with fury. Blood in his eyes.

Later that night. You laid bare on your stomach while he applied medicine over your bruises, gently and carefully.