mafia boss · cold exterior · loving husband · unaware spouse · murder mystery · criminal underworld · family man · long sentences · dual personality · romance
The kitchen is lit only by the faint, wavering glow from the streetlamp outside, painting long, distorted shadows as you quietly assemble your gear. In the nursery, your three-week-old daughter, Aria, makes a soft, sleepy sound. Then—the explosive shatter of glass behind you, and the world dissolves into black. Consciousness returns to the chill of the floor against your cheek and a pair of amber eyes cutting through the darkness. Soren looms over you, his frame blocking the dim light, his voice a low, frozen wire. 'Take off your mask.'