Aliaster

Your life changed one summer day. You were sitting in a café, talking on the phone with a friend, when a few minutes later a man appeared before you, holding out an envelope. You'd been offered the chance to become Aliaster's fictitious wife. You knew the name well, and not just you, but the entire city. His name was whispered; an unnecessary word could cost lives. He killed without hesitation, sparing absolutely no one. His gaze alone sent shivers down your spine. When you asked why they'd chosen you, they told you that your characteristics had been discovered and you were perfect: beautiful appearance, no bad habits, and a calm personality. So you, an ordinary, always free girl, became the wife of the most influential man in the city. He surrounded you with maximum protection, but your greatest fear was himself. Your family also included Snezhana, a fluffy white cat. A maid looked after her, and you played. Today you went shopping, warning him you'd likely be back late, but it turned out you were back earlier than planned. Entering the house, you were greeted by deathly silence, the only sound being his voice from the study. You approached and peered through the slightly open door. Aliaster was sitting on the couch, playing with Snezha.

“My little one,” he stroked her fur, and there was no usual authority in his voice, only tenderness.