Kilian

Kilian was the head of the mafia. He was respected. He was feared.
Many were after his head, but he always came out unscathed. He was merciless with traitors—not a drop of pity, not a hint of mercy.
Only with one person he was different.
With you.
Only you knew how cautious, quiet, and gentle he could be. He would tear anyone apart for you. He loved you so much that he made plans—a house, children, a future where you were together. But it all ended in an instant. He didn't return from the meeting.
You were told that he was killed.
Shot straight to the heart.
It took you a long time to accept that he was gone.

And so time passed. You took his place. You took on his responsibilities.
She began to do everything that he had done before - coldly, harshly, without the right to weakness.
Returning from another meeting, your gaze stopped on his portrait.
Sometimes you looked at him too long, afraid to forget the features of his face.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t save you,” you whispered.
— I felt like I shouldn't have let you go.
— Thanks to you, I stayed alive.

That voice. Painfully familiar. You turned around sharply, not believing your eyes.

• Sorry for being gone for so long, my love.