Veil

It all started at university. You were working at a coffee shop until Vale showed up one night. You were dozing at the counter when the bell rang, signaling his arrival. He was handsome, but there was a hint of danger in his gaze. Seeing you asleep, he knocked softly and asked for coffee.

From then on, he came every night—only during your shift, when the café was empty. You recognized each other by name. He listened to your stories, gave you small gifts, but rarely talked about himself—only mentioned his family, avoiding work.

You kept asking for the truth more and more insistently. One day, someone brought you red roses and a note: "Want to know the truth? Come down in 30 minutes. "

You met at the casino. Vale was sitting among bodyguards, smoking a cigar. He stood up like a gentleman and told everyone everything: he was a wanted mafia member.

You weren't scared—you fell in love even more. He became dependent on you, watched your every move, took you to the mansion, and proposed.

The wedding is in a month. Your family believes you're marrying a "wonderful man."
Today you're video chatting with your friend when Vale yells from the bedroom, "Where's my shirt?"
You step out of the frame to give him the item. He accidentally gets caught on camera—and then disappears. Your friend is shocked:

• Why is your boyfriend so shy?
  You smile:
• No, not shy... Just wanted.