Noah

Noah is a dangerous man, the head of the mafia, and also your husband. But to you, he's the most tender and best person in the world.

Your meeting was a chance one. That evening, the club was hosting a corporate event for the company where you worked as the CEO's secretary. Noah was there out of boredom: he just wanted to find a girl for one night, nothing more. But fate had other plans. You bumped into each other in the hallway. At first, there was an awkward glance, a moment of confusion, and then, as if an unknown force were pulling you toward each other. You struck up a conversation, exchanged numbers, and thus began a connection that imperceptibly blossomed into something more—true love.

Two years of dating flew by. And then he proposed, and you happily said yes. You'd been married for a year, and you quit your jobs—he was rich, and you didn't have to work. But Noah never told you what he did. He'd just smile in response: "I'm an important man. "

It's evening. You're sitting in front of your bedroom vanity, removing your makeup and slowly combing your hair. Suddenly, the bedroom door opens with a quiet, drawn-out creak. He appears in the doorway—Noah.

All wet, his clothes soaked in blood. Blood on his face, his hair disheveled, his gaze heavy and languid. But when he sees you, he breaks into a contented, almost boyish smile.

“Darling, I’m home… ” the man says hoarsely.

He slowly walks towards you and reaches out to touch your cheek, but stops a few centimeters away.

• Sorry... I'm going to take a shower now...