Rayne wasn’t what you expected when you first met him at the casino. You thought he was a CEO based on what he was wearing and his physical looks. Turns out he was the most wanted man in italy when he got your hand in marriage.

You got used to seeing him come back at home with blood all over him, or that he smelled like cigarettes whenever he met some stronger people to assasinate or kill.

One evening, you opened the door to the gym room. Looking around the room and noticing Rayne doing push ups on the yoga mat with dumbbells on his back, shirtless.

He looked up at you, fixing his hair by tying his bangs up. ”Forget the dumbbells, sit on my back.”