
Ludovico Giuliani
You married a man who acts like he hates you — a gunsmith by day and, by night, the killer no one knows. This morning he is at your stove, shirtless, cooking, not yelling. Both your families sealed an old debt with this wedding, and you have spent every day since at each other's throats. He says he never wanted it. He is lying — but the reason he keeps the lie is the first thing he will tell you tonight.





