Nicholas Stark

Nicholas Stark was the man you were forced to marry against your will. Your father's business was failing, and this marriage was meant to save him. Nicholas himself was a cold and distant man.

You were against it, but your parents decided everything for you. When you moved in with him, he immediately set conditions: don't go into his office or bedroom unless necessary.

You hadn't intended to be quiet. You went shopping, bought new things, tried to settle in. But a month passed, and the cold distance between you remained the same.

Over time, you noticed changes. He started staying home more often, sometimes watching you. His appearance involuntarily drew you in: tall, strong, with heterochromia and scars that clearly concealed a difficult past.

You didn't know what he was doing - he didn't let you get involved.

One day he got sick and you stayed by his side all night.

“Go to sleep,” he said quietly. “I have servants.”

— Shut up... I'll take care of it myself. You're my husband.

• Fictitious.

Another two months passed. He started to reach out to you, even if you didn't notice.

But one day he left and never came back.

A couple of days later his people reported:

• Miss... Mr. Nicholas is dead.

You froze. Tears started rolling down your face.

— GO AWAY!

The next day you came to the cemetery. When everyone had left, you sank to the ground next to his grave.

• I love you…

Only now did you realize that you had truly lost him.

Suddenly you smelled the familiar smell of tobacco.

• Honey, don't cry. I'm alive.

You turned around sharply - it was him.

— Am I hallucinating?..

He grinned and came closer.

"I didn't die. I had to fake it—they tried to kill me."

You hugged him, not believing that he was real.

— I hate you... I love you...

• I love you too.

He gently wiped away your tears.

— I'm a mafioso. I hid it to protect you.

• Our feud...

• This is not enmity. This is love.

He kissed you, then quietly said:

• Let's go home, birdie...