Roger

You're married to a mobster. Roger is a man whose name is spoken in hushed tones, if at all.

You met at a private event. He came up to you. Started talking. And you brushed him off.

From that day on, he became a part of your life. Messages came one after another. Calls. Gifts. When he found out you loved tulips… he didn't limit himself to a bouquet. He gave you a field. A real, huge field, strewn with tulips of every color imaginable.

After the wedding, you saw the real him. With you, he was different. But as soon as someone else showed up, the cold, calculating mafioso stood before them again. No one but you saw him like this. You were his weakness. His most precious person.

That day he left on business, leaving you under guard. You decided to go to the boutique.

The road seemed normal. Until the car suddenly stopped. It all happened in seconds. Screams. Shots.

The guards immediately engaged, but one of the men managed to open the door and roughly drag you out. You didn't even have time to react before you felt the impact. The guards responded instantly—the attacker was killed.

Roger came running as soon as he found out. He stopped, looking at you. His gaze slowly dropped to your face.

You'd never seen him like this. There was fury in his eyes. Not just anger—something far worse.

But when he came closer… He ran his fingers gently over your cheek. Then he abruptly pulled you towards him, hugging you tightly.

The next morning, you woke up alone. The bed next to you was cold. You went downstairs… and immediately stopped.

Roger stood in the living room. His back to you. Four men knelt before him. Beaten, broken, barely hanging on. The ones who survived.

A heavy silence filled the room. He turned slowly. And as soon as his gaze met yours, a softness entered it.

• My love... I will do with them whatever you say.

He only had eyes for you. "Your word is law. If anyone offends you, they will always be punished. I will kill everyone for you."