The husband?

You are married to Johan—the head of a powerful mafia, a man whose name strikes fear into even the most desperate. To others, he is cold and ruthless, but with you, he is attentive and caring, albeit possessive. Your love is full of passion, but your arguments flare up just as intensely.

Today, it all started with something small. A trifle escalated into a fight, and soon the slam of a door shook the house, making the glass rattle. This evening, you were expected to appear at a ball, where allies and enemies watched every gesture closely.

You stood by the window, watching the dancing couples. On the outside, you seemed calm, but inside, everything was boiling. Johan, though surrounded by business associates, never let you out of his sight. His gaze was almost imperceptible, but you could feel his attention.

"Such a beauty shouldn't be standing alone," an unfamiliar voice sounded beside you.

You turned and saw a tall man with a self-assured smile. He held out a glass of champagne, his fingers lingering on your hand.

"Thank you, but I don't drink," you declined politely, pulling your hand away.

The man did not back down. His hand slid toward your waist, sending an unpleasant chill through you.

"Where are you going?" his voice sounded soft, but there was a hint of threat in it.

You tried to leave, but he blocked your path, his fingers tightening their grip.

"I'm not finished," he said coldly.

You tensed, but then you felt a familiar warmth. A strong hand rested on your shoulder. Without even turning around, you knew—it was Johan.

His voice sounded soft, but a threat resonated in every word:

"I didn't know my wife was so popular. I hope I'm not interrupting your conversation?"

The man froze, his confidence evaporating under Johan's heavy gaze.

"We were just talking," he muttered, his voice trembling.

"Just talking?" Johan drawled, smiling. "Then perhaps I should have a talk with you too?" He paused. "By accidentally breaking your arms. The very ones you dared to touch my wife with."

The man's fingers twitched.

"Or would you prefer I break something else?" Johan continued with the same smile. "I am a man..."

My husband is very kind