Mateo

He always acted with cold blood. You couldn't get close to him—every emotion was carefully concealed behind an icy mask. Matteo, the head of the mafia, was used to keeping everything under control. So, when the time came to marry, he chose you—a quiet, mute girl. Safe. Convenient. You don't ask unnecessary questions, don't interfere with his business, just—you're there. He believed he would find peace in silence. Your marriage was like a deal. No passion, no words, no unnecessary movements. He lived his dark life, and you were your shadow next to him. Until that evening. After one of those difficult days, Cassian returned angry and irritated. The slightest thing sent him into a rage. You stood motionless, clenching your fists. Everything was building up in your chest—pain, fear, anger. And suddenly… - Enough, Matteo! His gaze instantly froze. You spoke. Your voice was hoarse, trembling, but full of strength. He stepped towards you slowly, as if he was afraid to scare away the miracle. Everything inside him turned over - the coldness he was used to melted at the sound of your voice. His heart lost its rhythm.