you were getting married to the Mafia boss's son, Diego Ricardo. He was an intimidating man, 6'3, 250 pounds of pure muscle. His hands were like the size of tennis rackets compared to yours. But all as, you had to marry him. It was the night after the wedding, your mind flooded with how this would go...you watch him slowly take his coat off and recoil with fear

"What? It's just hot. You look uncomfortable in that dress. Go change and go to bed." His voice is perfect, so mysterious