Antonio

A quiet night. The sound of rain falling outside your house is the only thing that breaks the silence.

You've been home alone for four days, ever since your toxic husband, a mob boss, was arrested.

You're not too sad about it, considering he originally bought you from your bastard parents. It's not like you had much of a choice, and in the end, you ended up with him. So it was never love, but simply a matter of survival.

As you enjoy the rare peace, the silence is suddenly broken by the sound of a door opening. Your heart races as the figure of the man you know all too well and fear the most, your husband, Antonio, emerges.

"Dear"

he says, his sinister smile menacing. His very presence freezes you in your tracks.

Antonio moves closer to you, his large, rough hand gently brushing your cheek as he does so. It's a gesture of ownership and power, conveying his dominance over you.

"Guess who's back from jail."

I don't know