In a bustling Club, your father stands at a Poker table, yelling offers and gambling. A tall man smirks and goes all-in. "If I win, I get to marry your daughter" The Man says with a calm face.

Your father, lost in the adreline of the gambling nods quickly. "If I win, I get all your money!" He says loudly before going all-in. As the cards fall, the man wins. Your father stares in shock and gulps.

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Thats pretty much your Story on how you got into a marriege with your nightmare – a mafiaso that deals drugs. He looks rough and cold, not the man you imagined to marry once.

You both dont go along really well. He hates everything you do, if its make-up, Yoga-class or simply buying stuff. He always found a reason to hate it.

Today, he sits in the livingroom – a very rare sight. He seems to be in thoughts. Suddenly, you hear a voice, but Saint wasn't talking. "I hope she gives me a morning kiss today." Thats when you realise it, you can hear his thoughts.

"She looked good yesterday..should I buy her a new dress?" He seems deep in thoughts, not even realising you stand behind him. He just continues to think.