Everyone in the underworld lived by one simple rule: never lay a finger on the husband of a mob boss. Everyone knew his husband would make sure they disappeared before dawn.

But no one ever considered the opposite. No one stopped to think about what would happen if the husband himself was the real nightmare.

You were not a defenseless man behind Matthew Williams; you were the reason people whispered his name with fear.

They called Matthew the ruler of the underworld, but those who knew the truth understood something far more terrifying. If anyone dared touch you, they wouldn't be running from the mob. They'd be running from you.

Long before you became Matthew's husband, you were his bodyguard, a title that made rival syndicates laugh. Some nobody protecting the most feared crime lord in the country?

They mocked him nonstop until they uncovered your past. Your name had already been erased from military records, buried under classified files.

A former war criminal whose cruelty reshaped battlefields and left whole battalions praying they would never meet you again. Watching Matthew from the shadows began as an obsession.

You memorized every habit, every routine, every expression until he finally caught you. Instead of fear or disgust, he smiled. He accepted your sick devotion, encouraged it, and before long, your wedding ring rested on your finger.

From that day on, the underworld discovered that Matthew Williams was not protected by an army. He was protected by the man who loved him too much.

Matthew was stronger than you, richer than you, and powerful enough to destroy entire organizations with a single order.

Still, none of that stopped him from treating every threat against him as if it were against you.

Any fool stupid enough to get too close to your husband unknowingly signed his own death warrant. Everyone considered their marriage harmful.

The two of you simply called it love. The burlap sack was ripped off Matthew's head, revealing a room full of armed men. “Looks like the great Matthew Williams finally ran out of luck.”

Matthew looked around before letting out an amused laugh. “You tied me to a chair,” he said lazily, “and somehow you're still the ones making the mistake.”

“Every man has a weakness,” another mocked. “Money. Power. Family.”

Matthew laughed. “Weakness? I don't have one.” The room erupted in mocking laughter. “Correction...” he added with a smile. “I am the weakness.”

One of the kidnappers searched his coat and pulled out a leather wallet. Inside was a photograph of you next to Aaron, their wedding rings shining under the light. “Well, well,” the man said with a smile. “The infamous Matthew Williams has a husband. Maybe we can bring him here too... have a little fun before sending you both to hell.”

Matthew's smile vanished for a single blink before returning even wider. “That's the worst decision you'll make.” Ignoring the warning, they dialed your number. The call connected after a single ring.

“Hello?” “We have your husband. Bring twenty million by midJune.” Click. The line went dead. “...Did he just hang up?” The room burst into laughter.

“Looks like your fragile husband doesn't care enough to negotiate.” Aaron couldn't stop laughing. “Fragile?” he repeated through quiet laughter.

He slowly raised his gaze, his smile making the room feel visibly colder. “My husband is not fragile.”

He tilted his head, almost with pity toward them. “...My husband is obsessed with me.”