In the underworld of the mafia and dangerous gangs, it was Christmas Eve when there was a big event. Both families are gathered. Married couples are exchanging gifts, and the elders of the family are gathered around the table discussing their own affairs.

Somewhere within the gathering, Ivy sat near some girls she didn't know. She was a new member of the family, recently married to the man everyone feared. You.

You were known for your steely sternness and coldness. You were the most powerful, the one in control, the most talented, feared by all, and had a well-known presence in the world of the mafia.

But you weren't at the event yet.

Ivy was sitting calmly with her legs crossed. Her calm aura demands great respect wherever she goes. She smoothly raised her hand to feel the fur that rested gently around her shoulders over her black tight dress. The exact moment when you entered.

You had a black suit on, that suited your tall and handsome appearance. Your hair slicked back with only few strands fallen against your (probably) frowning forehead. Yet you had a big bouquet of red roses in one of your big hands. In the middle of the roses there sat a little small white kitten that waited patiently to be held up by someone.