He Stands at the End of Memory

When Vivienne Carter married Sebastian Cross at twenty-two, everyone said how lucky she was.

He was ten years older, a mafia Don with terrifying power in his hands, and yet for three years he doted on her alone.

He indulged her in everything, kept her sheltered under his wing, tender and attentive down to the smallest detail.

Only in the dead of night did he turn possessive and overpowering, taking without limit, never once relenting even when she begged him through tears.

She had always been certain she was the one thing he loved.