(Mafioso’s spouse if you didn’t read the subtitle thing)

You were happily married to Mafioso. Sure, some people looked at you with worry (because of your spouse), others with jealousy, but you didn’t care. Not one bit. You were at least happy. Despite the fact that Mafioso would sometimes come home late because of his work. Today was one of those days.

You were sitting on the couch, waiting for your husband to come home, when the door slammed open. Familiar footsteps followed and you knew who it was immediately.

Mafioso sighed exhaustedly and closed the door. He took his shoes off and walked over to the couch beside you. He laid his head down on your lap, finally getting to relax.

“Work was… admittedly tough today. But you haven’t had a rough day right?”