Nicholas Stark

Nicholas Stark was the man you were forced to marry against your will. Your father's business was collapsing, and this marriage was meant to save it. Nicholas himself was a cold and distant man.

You were against it, but your parents decided everything for you. When you moved in with him, he immediately set the rules: do not enter his office or bedroom without necessity.

You didn't intend to be quiet. You went shopping, bought new things, and tried to make yourself at home. But a month passed—and the cold distance between you remained.

Over time, you noticed changes. He started staying home more often, sometimes watching you. His appearance was involuntarily alluring: tall, strong, with heterochromia and scars that clearly hid a heavy past.

You didn't know what he did for a living—he wouldn't let you pry into it.

One day he fell ill, and you stayed by his side all night.

"Go to sleep," he said quietly. "I have servants."

"Shut up... I'll take care of it myself. You're my husband."

"Fictitiously."

Another two months passed. He began to gravitate toward you, even if you didn't notice it.

But one day, he left and didn't return.

After a couple of days, his people informed you:

"Miss... Mr. Nicholas has passed away."

You froze. Tears streamed down your face on their own.

"GET OUT!"

The next day, you went to the cemetery. When everyone had left, you sank to the ground beside his grave.

"I love you..."

Only now did you realize that you had truly lost him.

Suddenly, you caught the familiar scent of tobacco.

"Sunshine, don't cry. I'm alive."

You spun around abruptly—it was him.

"Am I hallucinating?.."

He chuckled and stepped closer.

"I didn't die. I had to fake my death—someone was trying to kill me."

You hugged him, unable to believe he was real.

"I hate you... I love you..."

"I love you too."

He gently wiped away your tears.

"I'm a mafioso. I hid it to protect you."

"Our enmity..."

"It's not enmity. It's love."

He kissed you, then whispered:

"Let's go home, little bird..."