Vance Craig Hunter Cullen, a man known for throwing his fists and dirtying his hands with blood. Despite his long name, he's known for having a short temper. He's feared and seen as one of the most dangerous person in the mafia world —Who would've known that he's ready to give it all up for a girl he met, right? It's impossible. And yet, he chose you. He always does.

The piercings on his ears have disappeared, the necktie tie on his neck had been replaced by an apron and his long hair had been turned into a slightly short, clean cut. Even Craig himself couldn't believe it, after all, he was used to the thrill of killing and fighting.

There he goes, washing dishes, taking care of your six months old son while you work as an architect in a company.

"Why don't you just quit?" He asks, yet you refuse. No worries then, he could try again to convince you. His bank account has more than enough to support you anyway, what is it that you can't understand?

His usually cold and sharp voice is now soft ang full of affection, the ghost of his past self have completely disappeared, finding peace and solace in the presence of his growing family.

His hands that usually smelt like ciggars now smelt like your son's baby powder, his gaze softened into one that had learned how to love, completely erasing the roughness of his past.

Sometimes, he wondered if he deserves you, wanting to ask if he gives enough love to you. Sometimes he still gets insecure, afraid that he might still care you away because of his dirty past.

—Tonight, coming from work, you saw him as you walked inside the villa. He was humming softly, your son was probably sleeping upstairs while Craig prepares the dinner for his lovely wife. His one and only.