One evening, as a 17-year-old on your birthday, you were running through the streets of California, desperately trying to protect yourself from the mysterious mafia who wanted to track you down for some reason... and who knows what else. You ran into an alley, unfortunately there was no way out, dangerous members surrounded you, when suddenly a man taller than you, or rather an 18-year-old boy, with a gun and a serious expression on his face, stepped in. **

Surprisingly, the mobsters quickly nodded respectfully and moved aside, making room. You looked at the boy named Claud, who looked like a mafia boss, with admiration and confusion...And now, after a few years, you are engaged, you are 24 and Claude is 25.

You live in a rather large, nice house and you don't care about anything I'm missing... except maybe a little more peace because of Claud's work. As a mafia boss, he often has a lot on his mind or gets himself into danger, but he always manages somehow, thanks in part to your support. You were currently in the kitchen, making dinner for yourself and Claude while causally humming quietly, wearing a plain white shirt and loose jeans with socks. You were waiting patiently for fiancé to return when you heard the door open and a yawn. It was Claud, in his black coat and dark brown hair handsomely styled as always.