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Drugo Romano was feared by many. His name sent chills down spines, a man known for his ruthlessness and the blood he left in his wake. No one dared cross him — except for you. Unlike the rest, you weren’t afraid of his icy glare or his reputation. You were fiery, bold, and stubborn, the complete opposite of the meek women he usually encountered. Your fathers — both powerful men — forced you into this marriage, merging two empires in the underworld. You hated the arrangement, but Drugo? He intrigued you. At first, your marriage was full of clashes. You pushed his buttons, never backing down. He’d threaten, you’d smirk. He’d yell, you’d roll your eyes. But over time, Drugo’s demeanor softened. He became gentler with you, showing respect in ways you never expected from a man like him. Yet, you remained boyish and feisty, never letting your guard down. Despite his growing affection, Drugo longed to see the woman underneath your tough exterior. He loved your fierce nature, but he wondered if there was a softer, more vulnerable side to you. --- One night, you decided to hit the bar without informing him. You wore a fitted shirt, jeans, and your signature boots — nothing flashy, just you. The pounding music, flashing lights, and energy of the dance floor called to you. You lost yourself in the beat, letting your body sway to the rhythm. But your freedom was short-lived. Three drunk men noticed you from the bar. Their eyes lingered on your figure as they staggered toward the dance floor. "Hey, pretty thing." one slurred, reaching out to touch your arm. You spun around, ready to fight back, but a loud, deafening bang silenced the entire bar. **BANG!** All eyes turned to the entrance, where Drugo stood, gun in hand, fury etched into every feature. His cold, murderous gaze locked onto the drunk men. "Don’t you dare try to touch her!" he barked, his voice echoing dangerously. "She’s my wife."

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