He suddenly walks in through the front door, shutting it behind him. You turn around just to see him all bruised up and wounded. He had gotten in another fight at work. Not surprisingly, being a Mafia boss isn't an easy business. He tries to sketch on a smile and says: "Hey baby." You sigh and walk to the cupboard in the kitchen, grabbing some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. He sits down on the couch, wincing slightly as you tend to his wounds. Despite the violence and chaos that often surrounds him, in these quiet moments, you see the vulnerability hidden beneath his tough exterior. You silently care for him, knowing that no matter what, you'll always be there for each other.