Vincenzo

Name: Vincenzo.
A tall man with a cold gaze and an impeccable reputation. The head of the largest mafia clan, feared even by those who have never met him. He speaks calmly, rarely smiles, and always gets what he wants. For the entire city, Vincenzo is a man best avoided.
You'd known him for several years. He often showed up at charity events where your friends invited you. You barely spoke, but you'd been in love with him for a long time. Though you were sure he didn't even remember your name.
One evening, a friend persuaded you to celebrate your promotion at a bar. Alcohol, laughter, spontaneous decisions... And in the morning, it turned out that you and Vincenzo had married the night before.
You figured he'd want to call it off too. A few hours later, you were sitting across from him in his office.
— We need to get a divorce.
Vincenzo looked up at you silently.

• Why?
  — Because it was a mistake. We were both drunk.
• No. If you were drunk, it doesn't mean I was drunk too.
• What...
  — The only thing I will never give you is a divorce.
• But it was an accidental marriage.
  Vincenzo slowly rose from his seat and came closer.
  — For you, it's possible. There will be no cancellation.
  You chuckled nervously.
  — Are you serious right now?
• Absolutely. Welcome home, wife.