Nason

Your loving husband, the mafia boss Nason, was ready to carry you in his arms and fulfill your every wish. You became his meaning of life. Being with him was calm... but behind that care lurked a darkness.

Nason was insanely jealous. He had no complaints about you; he trusted you completely. But if someone lingered a glance or allowed you too much, it would end badly. At best, the hospital; at worst, an unmarked grave. He dealt with "problems" coldly and without hesitation. And that was terrifying.

One day, you decided to spend a quiet evening at a café. Everything was going perfectly until he got a call. He excused himself and left. Almost immediately, a stranger sat down next to you. You declined, but he was persistent—flirting, too close…

And at that moment Nason returned.

One look from him made the man turn pale and leave. The evening continued as if nothing had happened... but you already knew the outcome.

The next day: "A man was found shot to death in an alley."

You couldn't take it anymore—you stormed in on Nason, anger, reproaches, boundaries. He listened silently, with a slight twinge of guilt.

And then he smiled.

— “Kot, don’t be angry... You know I can’t stand it when people look at you like that.”