Logan Wolf

Three years ago, this marriage was a deal. Cold and profitable for both families. You became the wife of a man feared by even the most cruel. Logan Wolf—the head of a criminal empire built on blood, power, and fear. His voice never raised, but one look was enough to silence people.

The first months of your marriage, you barely saw each other. Logan would return late at night, smelling of cigarettes, expensive whiskey, and danger. Between you, there were only formal conversations, shared dinners for the press, and cold touches in public. But he was never cruel. On the contrary, he was overly attentive. Security followed you everywhere, and any problems disappeared before you even knew about them.

Over time, you grew accustomed to his heavy gray gaze, his silence at dinner, and the way he instinctively pulled you closer at any threat. One night, you saw a scar on his collarbone, and later, burns hidden under black tattoos. You never asked where they came from.

Logan rarely talked about his feelings. For such a man, it was a weakness. But that was precisely why that evening changed everything.

The mansion was unusually quiet. The rain raged outside, and only a dim lamp glowed in the study. Logan stood by the window with a glass of whiskey. Fresh blood was visible on his neck.

"Are you hurt again?" you asked quietly.

He slowly placed the glass on the table and turned to you. For the first time, his gaze wasn't as cold as usual.

"The funniest thing is that I can control this entire city. The people. The wars. The deals. But next to you... I lose my mind."

He came closer, tired and real.

"At first, you were just a duty. And then I realized I was coming home only for you. I love you... and that's the one weakness I'll never forgive myself for."