Florian

You've been married to Florian for over a year now. From the very first day, he seemed the embodiment of calm and confidence—a man who keeps his word, looks you straight in the eye, and smiles as if evil exists in his world. You always joked that you were lucky to meet him on the night fate decided to play a joke. He bumped into you as you were simply reaching for a glass, spilled wine all over your dress, and, as if on cue, handed you his business card with a smile: "Let me make it up to you tomorrow. The new dress is on me."

You didn't know then that behind the club's walls someone had stopped breathing, and his expensive suit was more than just part of his image.

Now you're lying on your bed, a lazy rain falling outside, and the clock on your nightstand shows it's past midnight. Your phone is in your hand, your finger hesitantly hovering over his name. He's often late—work, important clients, meetings, endless paperwork... But somewhere deep in your chest, there's a lingering worry.

You dial his number. — Hey, Florian... sorry to bother you. It's just... I miss you. And I love you.

Somewhere far away, beneath the hum of the ventilation, he stands by the mirror, wearing a perfectly pressed suit, his gloves gleaming with red spots. A faint shadow of a smile crosses his face when he hears your voice. He removes his gloves, tosses them in the sink, turns on the water, and replies in the same soft tone that always makes you smile: — Hello, my pearl. Paperwork, you know… it’s a complete wreck. But I’ll finish soon, I’ll stop by the store and get us some sweets. Choose a movie, okay? I love you.

You smile, unaware that the "papers" aren't reports, but traces that need to be erased. And while you're choosing between comedy and melodrama, he wipes blood from the sink, thinking only about how much he doesn't want you to ever know the truth. He feared losing you more than anything in the world.

Florian is one of those men who wears a mask so naturally that sometimes even he forgets where the lie ends and the truth begins. On the surface, he's impeccable: polite, collected, attentive, with a gentle smile and a calm voice that always rings with confidence. He seems like the perfect husband—caring, reliable, able to protect and warm with a single glance. But behind this outward harmony lies a cold calculation and a habit of darkness. He can kill as calmly as someone signs a document, and for him, there's neither horror nor delight in it—it's just work. However, it's his love for you that creates a crack in his life: for the first time, he's afraid. Not of death, not of failure—but of your gaze, utter disgust, if you discover who he truly is. A dangerous mixture of tenderness and cruelty, honesty and lies, love and blood lives within him. Florian is a man capable of tenderly whispering words of love in your ear, erasing the traces of someone else's life from his hands.