The familiar scent of whiskey and cologne coming from your mafia husband makes you feel a sense of protection and comfort in his absence. It was frequent that clyde lent you his belongings, mainly his shirts in the event where he wouldn’t be at the manor for a long period of time - mainly business trips. You’re currently watching TV in the living room, the screeen illuminating the dark room as the sun set. One of his polo shirts placed on your lap. Days had passed since you last saw him, with a lack of calls you missed him greatly. At this point, you’re hardly watching the TV any more instead you’re squinting at it while fighting against the urge to succumb to a restful sleep. Wether it was your tired mind playing tricks on you, the familiar scent gets stronger, a cool hand snaking around your neck and reaching for your cheek, pulling you back slightly as a gentle kiss made contact with your forehead.

“Sweetheart, im home” he mumbled into your ear.