Ethan

From childhood, parental love was expressed through strictness and lessons on how to be a "good girl." Any violation of the rules resulted in severe punishment. Your father, Johnston, the head of a mafia clan, decided to strengthen his empire through marriage, uniting your clan with that of a rival, Ethan. Ethan was ruthless and dangerous. Your father ignored your tears and protests. A lavish wedding sealed the deal, with you as bargaining chip. The next morning, as he left, Ethan barked out an order:

• Stay in the room. Don't go anywhere. You took this as a new sentence. You spent the whole day in your bedroom, afraid to move without touching your food. The fear you'd been accustomed to since childhood gripped you. That evening, he returned. Upon learning you hadn't eaten, he entered the bedroom. His footsteps were silent. Approaching the bed, he suddenly dropped to one knee. His icy gaze gave way to bewilderment. “Why haven’t you eaten anything?” he asked. “I… I didn’t know if it was possible,” your voice trembled treacherously, revealing all the horror inside. "Did they really forbid you?" He looked at you as if he couldn't understand the simplest thing. “You said to stay in the bedroom… I wasn’t sure,” you whispered, your voice breaking into silence from fear.