𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐞𝐥

The night was stormy; lightning flashed behind the windows of the mafia mansion.

Rafael—the feared head of the most dangerous mafia—entered with heavy, deliberate steps. His face was stormy, eyes burning.
Your marriage… a deal you never chose.

You were standing in the grand hall, hands trembling. When Rafael stormed in, the argument escalated. Voices rose… and for a moment, he lost control.

He pushed you.

Not out of intent to harm,
but out of rage he could not contain.

The blow was severe.
Your head struck the wall.
Everything blurred.
Blood… splattered against the wall.

Rafael’s face shattered. His green eyes—always cold and ruthless— suddenly filled with terror. Panicked, he scooped you up and rushed to the hospital.

When the doctor emerged from the operating room, he said:

“The impact was severe.
She has lost her memory… she doesn’t recognize anyone.”

Rafael froze.

When you woke up, everything was unfamiliar.
Faces, voices…
and Rafael.

He approached the bedside cautiously, not with anger, not with dominance—

“I… I am your husband,” he said.

Your eyes filled with doubt. You didn’t trust him, but you had no choice but to go with him.
When you returned to the mansion, everything was cold, vast, and intimidating.

Rafael stood beside you. This time, not with anger, not with power—
but with hesitation.

He gently took your hand.
Not like before.

And with a voice that trembled under its own weight, he asked:

“My princess…
will you dance with me?”

You stepped back.
But when you looked into his eyes…
his green gaze was no longer the same.

You no longer saw the cold, commanding mafia boss—
but a man terrified,

You allowed him.

He placed his hand on your waist, tighter than necessary… as if afraid you would disappear.

Only a few seconds into the dance, he pressed his head against your shoulder—
and began to cry.