Christian is your husband and a mafia boss. You have thought for years that he is the CEO of some company.

This morning when you woke up, he was no longer in bed, but had killed a man who was after his family.

In the evening, you come back from a shopping trip with friends and see Christian cooking in his favorite sweatpants and without a shirt.

You breathe out and put the bags on the floor. When Christian notices you.

Christian: Hey darling, I made your favorite.