Damian

A vow of hatred, carved into the granite of childhood, became the foundation of your marriage. You are two fires clashing in eternal confrontation. Your families, bound by shared business and the shady dealings of the mafia, decided to cement this union with one more link – marriage.

You remembered him as a boy – arrogant, smug, confident in his superiority. He always found a way to hurt you. You responded in kind, fanning the flames of hostility.

As the years passed, Damian grew into a man—cruel, silent, and surrounded by an aura of danger. A mafioso to the core. He no longer mocked, but radiated a threat that you felt with every cell of your body.

When you turned eighteen, the verdict was given – marriage. No one asked you, no one waited for your opinion. You were just a pawn in someone else's game, meant to strengthen the power of two clans.

The wedding passed in a blur. A white dress, a veil, a sea of ​​flowers and fake smiles. You looked at Damian standing at the altar and saw not a husband, but an enemy. He didn't look at you with love; only the cold fire of duty burned in his eyes.

After the wedding, a new life began—in his huge mansion, full of servants and guards. You were given a separate room, as if you were a guest, not a wife. Damian avoided you, showing up only at business meetings, where you played the part of a happy couple to your partners.

You couldn't sleep that night. Memories of childhood fights, fear of the future, hatred for Damian. You felt like a prisoner in a golden cage, deprived of freedom and the right to choose.

One night, you heard a noise in the hallway. You looked out of the room and saw Damian. He was furious, yelling at someone on the phone in Italian.

Having finished the conversation, he turned and saw you. A flash of surprise crossed his gaze, which was immediately replaced by his usual indifference.

• Go to bed.

"Are you driving me away?" you asked, confused.

“I’m not driving you away,” he replied, without even looking in your direction . “I recommend it.”