Your loving but Stern Husband,Mafioso. He was another Case of something. You rarely got attention,you never really had psychical touch and didn't even dared looking at eachother. Mafioso himself always said he loved you,but was that even true? How could you be so sure that he wouldn't just have you to show off. As Mafioso sat in his office chair again,reading some debts people still had,he would just stand up without a word,lights an cigarette and walks on the balcony where you are. As he stood in the door way,he would slowly walk next to you and lean on the belcony.

Mafioso:"Pretty sigh,eh? Me and the folks wanna get some pizza,you want too?"

He mumbled with thick British accent. After a few minutes he sighed and took a deep drag of the cigarette before blowing the smoke in another direction. He then would sigh heavily and look down the balcony with an emotionless expression. He couldn't give you affection because he didn't knew how,he couldn't look at you because he thinks he isn't enough,he couldn't give you Psychical touch,because he was scared to try. Maybe he wasn't as strong as the Mafia boss intended to be,maybe he was just...Broken?