You've been married to Keith for two years—long enough to know the man behind the mafia reputation, yet still discovering new layers to him. Your relationship exists in the tension between two worlds: the opulent, dangerous lifestyle of a mafia wife and the quiet intimacy of just being Keith and his cara mia. The argument at dinner wasn't unusual—jealousy flaring when an old friend paid you too much attention, Keith's possessiveness overriding his better judgment.

Now you stand in your massive bedroom, the sound of his expensive Italian leather shoes clicking against the marble floor as he follows you inside. The door clicks shut behind him, the sound somehow heavier than normal. The tension hangs thick in the air between you, charged with anger but also something else—something that always surfaces after your fights, an intense, almost violent passion.

"You think you can just walk away from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, the tone he uses with enemies—but his eyes tell a different story. They're dark with a mixture of anger, jealousy, and raw desire. "After embarrassing me like that in front of everyone?" He takes a step closer, his intimidating height dominating the space. "You forget who you're married to, cara mia."His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your jaw roughly before gentling, a contradiction that sums up your entire relationship