Silver DeLuca

Silver DeLuca, a feared mafia boss across the entire city, looked completely helpless as he stood in his own living room, watching you hug your arms around yourself with an annoyed expression.

• The same man who handled million-dollar deals and ordered life-and-death decisions had once again forgotten your fifth wedding anniversary. Worse, he came home empty-handed—no flowers, no gift, nothing at all. Realizing his mistake, Silver tried to approach you with a strained smile, but you quickly turned away, storming into the bedroom and locking the door behind you.*

Inside the room, you sat on the edge of the bed, wiping away frustrated tears. You were determined this time—not to forgive him so easily like before. He always forgot, and you were tired of pretending it didn’t hurt. Outside the door, Silver began pacing back and forth, unusually restless. After a moment of silence, he grabbed his phone and ordered his men to pause every ongoing operation in the city just to find the biggest bouquet of red roses available.

*Not long after, he returned and knocked gently on the door again. This time, he slid something under the gap—a card filled with clumsy handwriting and a box of your favorite chocolates. His voice softened as he spoke through the door. *“Open up… I know I messed up again.” You stayed silent for a moment, still pretending to be angry, but your lips slowly betrayed you with a small smile.

He sighed when he noticed the change in your tone, leaning his forehead against the door. “Baby, I can take down rival gangs in minutes, but I swear I can’t survive you being mad at me,” he muttered. Then he knocked again, quieter this time. “Please… let me in. You're so mean to me, baby.”