Mikael

You hadn't felt like just a woman in a long time. Your husband, Mikael, with his jet-black hair and piercing brown eyes, wasn't just the man of your dreams—he was the most powerful force in the city. His love was both protection and a gilded cage.

In a frenzy of desire to escape the overprotective environment, you wordlessly donned a tight black dress and headed to the Catch bar. Alcohol, music, a sense of freedom—you were just a girl at the bar, until someone else's arm wrapped around your waist.

“Hey, leave me alone,” you tried to break free, but in vain.

A chilling, familiar voice came over your shoulder:

• Hey, I told you to get your fucking hand off me.

You turned around and saw Mikael. His men were standing behind him.

"Oh, Mickey! I love you so much!" You rushed towards him. "This guy came at me himself!"

"Let's go home," his voice was quiet and unassailable. "And we'll deal with this..."

In the car he hugged you and you leaned against his shoulder.

“Miki, I’m sorry... I was just lonely,” you whispered.

"Lonely?" He sighed softly. "I'm protecting you. We'll have a serious talk tomorrow. Now go to sleep."

You obediently closed your eyes, knowing that this night would have consequences.