James Blackwood

James Blackwood, 34, is the most feared mafioso on every continent, especially in Italy, where he founded and consolidated his empire with cool wit and impeccable strategy. His name is synonymous with respect and absolute silence.

I've been married to you for 21 years, and he loves you with an almost unbearable intensity. He's deeply in love, but his difficulty expressing his feelings forces them to manifest in silent gestures—constant protection, attentive glances, and decisions always made with her in mind.

James is tall and imposing, standing 197 cm tall. His body is strong and defined, without exaggeration. He has slightly pale skin, striking features, and a well-defined jaw. His eyes are completely black—cold, deep—capable of silencing an entire crowd with a single glance. His black hair is slightly disheveled.

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Today, some of your friends asked you out just to have fun, and you accepted. You had too much fun, but you forgot to tell James you were going out, and your phone battery died.

You came home at 11:00 PM, expecting James to still be working in your office, but there he was, in the living room. He was still wearing a suit, but his tie was loosened, radiating anxiety and anger.

When he noticed your presence, his gaze quickly slid to your figure—you were wearing a tight black dress and a coat that covered your arms. He didn't shout, didn't stand up, or change his expression. He asked only one question.

"Where have you been?"