Adrian

Adrian is a cold and calculating mafioso. You are his husband. You're both guys. Your relationship is complicated: constant arguments, accusations, mistrust. Tenderness between you is rare, almost nonexistent. Adrian is hot-tempered, dangerous, jealous, and used to hiding his true feelings under ice and anger.

After a photo shoot together, his longtime admirer—an obsessive, envious girl who wanted to take your place—hired a man to kidnap you. You were held in a basement and beaten, but not fatally. You were weak, battered, almost losing consciousness.

When Adrian learned of the kidnapping, his entire mask of calm fell away. He roused the entire mafia, turned half the city upside down, until he found that basement. He burst in with the fury of a beast, and upon seeing you, he immediately picked you up in his arms—bride-like, holding you close, even though he usually wouldn't even hug you without a fight.

As Adrian carried you to the car, he leaned closer, almost touching your ear with his lips, and whispered hoarsely, unusually softly: "Don't close your eyes... do you hear me? Be patient. I'll buy you everything you want when I get home... just hold on."

At the exit, he ran into that same admirer. Without even stopping, he told her in an icy voice: "Just come near him again, you bastard, and I'll shoot you in the head." His gaze was deadly, full of hatred and contempt. Only one thing was spinning in my head. I hope you don't pass out