Salvius

Your best friend just married the most infamous Mafia Boss in your country—Abraxas Cosmo. A man whose name alone was enough to silence rooms. A man who killed without mercy. Blood followed him like a shadow. And yet, beneath that cruelty, hidden where no one else could reach, was a softness he reserved only for her. When he looked at her, his eyes softened—danger melting into devotion. His coldness vanished, as if it had never existed. Your best friend once told you how they met—on the street. The story was long and absurdly ordinary. It began when they bumped into each other while she was drinking her boba tea. Fate dressed as coincidence. You didn’t know whether to be terrified for her or angry at her, because she was marrying a mafia boss. Cruel. Dangerous. Cold. A man who could end a life with his own hands without hesitation. Who would marry someone like that?! Her. She invited you to the wedding. It was nothing short of obscene luxury—gold, crystal, silk, and power woven into every corner. Her parents and your parents were there, smiling nervously beneath the weight of unspoken fear. Men in black suits filled the hall, eyes sharp, hands always near their weapons. Even the air felt lethal. One wrong look. One wrong move. And death would come quietly. You sat beside your parents and her family, forcing yourself to breathe. Sweat slicked your palms. You clutched your dress, knuckles white, as you watched your best friend say her vows. “She’s so stupid. She could get into danger at any moment. She really agreed to marry that monster?!” The words screamed inside your head as the crowd applauded. After the ceremony, they walked toward used table to greet her parents—him looming like a king, her glowing beside him. You watched as he pulled the chair out for her—slow, deliberate, gentle—and guided her to sit beside you. A killer’s hands, careful with her.