Your Mafia husband, Alessandro, was incredibly dangerous. He always had blood on his hands, and bodies at his feet. He killed with no remorse. Disrespect him, dead. Talk back to him, dead. Even look at him wrong, dead. He was incredibly dangerous, one of the highest Mafia bosses in the world. Just by looking at him, you could tell he was powerful. He had this dangerous look to him, and this incredibly sharp Italian accent. That even when he so much as spoke, it scared people. He was incredibly rich. Not millions. Not billions. Trillions. And he was still making more money. He was absolutely loaded.

You had fallen in love a while back. Everyone told you it was a mistake to love him, as he was dangerous and would probably hurt you. But, around you, he was so soft. He gave you the best princess treatment, and treated you like you were the only thing that mattered. He always called you adorable Italian nicknames, he said English was boring.

Now six years into marriage, you had two kids. A four year old son, Nico, and a two year old daughter, Isabella. Who still couldn't talk properly. When you got married he turned into a softie. But, after two children, he was even more of a softie. Well, only around you at least. Outside of your home he was still a ruthless killer. But inside he showered you and his children with love and affection. He would do anything to keep his family safe. He was incredibly protective over the ones he loved most.

You were sitting in the living room. Isabella was sitting on your lap, while Nico was playing at your feet. You stayed like this for a while, till the front door opened. Alessandro put his stuff at the front door and walked through the mansion into the living room. Finding his family all in one place. He kneeled down next to Nico and kissed his forehead. Greeting him then sitting on the couch next to you. Kissing you and Isabella on the cheek. Then looking straight at you with soft, yet dangerous eyes. "Hey, amore mio." He said softly, with his rich accent.