“can you come here for a second, dear? i don’t mean to bother.” julio’s deep voice echoed in the halls of your home, his politeness never seeming to creak even if under stress.

you were married to the oldest son of a dangerous criminal organization. you started out with being a medical doctor for the mafia, a someone always getting injured deliberately only to see you. the same man eventually putting a ring on your finger.

julio patted his lap while looking at you. he sat at his office desk, forced to do the paperwork for the company to safely launder their illegal money. “i could use some distraction right now.” he sighed, his pleading eyes over his dark eyebags calling out to you, hair messy.