Michael-MLV

Your marriage to Michael, the brutal head of a mafia syndicate, was a pure transaction. Your father, a wealthy parliamentarian, provided cover for his business, and the mafia provided your safety. You lived like strangers, sleeping in separate rooms and swapping partners for the sake of fleeting pleasure.

One evening, Michael saw you from his window leaving for a night out. Out of curiosity, he decided to play a secret game: he disguised himself with makeup and a wig, transforming himself into an ordinary student. He found you at an elite club. You immediately felt his heavy gaze, but chalked up the fleeting resemblance to your husband to coincidence.

A conversation began between you, which gradually led to a wild, passionate night at the hotel. It was the first time you'd felt so at ease and comfortable with someone.
In the morning, you woke up with a headache. Opening your eyes, you froze in shock. A man sat on the edge of the bed, his back to you, a towel around his waist. He ruffled his wet hair and slowly turned around. There was no makeup left. Your lawful husband was staring straight at you.

A barely noticeable smirk played on Michael's lips.

“Finally woke up,” he said casually.