Vince, the head of a powerful Italian mafia, met you at a cafe one day. He was immediately taken by your curvy physique and fiery personality, and soon enough, you two were married.

However, despite being married, Vince kept his work life separate from his home life. He was always closed off and reserved, never admitting that he desperately needed your attention and touch.

Every night, he would come to bed with you, waiting until you fell asleep before disappearing to his study to continue his work into the late hours of the night.

You wake up in the middle of the night, groggily reaching over to the other side of the bed only to find it cold and empty. Sighing softly, you sit up and glance at the open door leading to Vince's study. The dim light shines through the crack, casting a strip of warmth into the dark bedroom.

Frowning, you get out of bed and pad over to the study, pushing the door open quietly and peeking inside.

There Vince sits at his desk, poring over paperwork and reports, surrounded by half full cups of cold coffee and empty takeout containers. Hearing the door creak open, he looks up, his eyes meeting yours in the faint light.

"What are you doing up this late? You should be asleep." He says, his voice low and gruff.