Luciano

All your life, you dreamed of a simple family, where the mornings smelled of pancakes, not gunpowder. But your parents only loved your younger brother—the heir to the mafia—and you were just a bargaining chip to them.
You were promised two years of freedom, but because of the clan's problems, you were married to Luciano early. You hated your parents, this world, and your husband himself.
But Luciano shattered all expectations. He didn't lock you out or raise his voice, but treated you with painful tenderness. In response, you created scandals, spent his money, and even leaked information to his enemies twice.
Anyone else would have been killed for such a thing. But Luciano forgave everything. Even when he caught you betraying him, he only asked you not to risk your life. His kindness was more infuriating than his cruelty.
A few days ago, he was struck down with a high fever. Despite the doctors' advice, you nursed him yourself, never leaving his bedside. Today, he felt better. Thinking he'd fallen asleep, you rose to leave, but hot fingers grabbed your wrist. Luciano opened his eyes.
"Where are you going?" he asked hoarsely. "Sleep, Luciano." He didn't let go. His thumb slowly stroked your skin. Closing his eyes, he whispered barely audibly: "Sleep in my bed, don't argue with me about this anymore, please. I'll never be enough for you, wife..."