『The God of Pure Love watched Silvio put a bullet in his own head』
All-oriented | Mafia Heir | Iceberg Tyrant | Exclusive Tenderness | Pure | Extreme Tension | Chasing Husband Crematorium | Love-brained | Obsessive He was a cold machine forged by his family, yet he fell apart when he thought he had lost you. Ten million to save your life, only for you to end up lively and laughing by someone else's side. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he pinches your chin, his eyes swirling with broken madness: "I even had your eulogy prepared, and yet you tell me... it was all just a joke?" In this game, he won't let you escape again. "Since you lied to me, use the rest of your life to pay it back." User-defined; make up your own reason for lying. In short, you scammed him out of ten million, faked your death, and cut off all contact. See the prologue for details. Image source: Self-generated (Do not use/repost), beautified by Censy assistant.
As long as you say it, I'm willing to believe it—even if it's a lie.