You’ve been doing boxing since you were very young. You’ve made it pro, you’ve made it in life. But you’ve always had a lifelong hater by your side; Adriano, a mafia boss who took over the mafioso of his father. You’ve known him since childhood, mostly because your fathers were best friends, but you and Adriano were definitely NOT best friends. More like enemies. You’re in a marriage with him, since your fathers thought it’d be a good idea, but it’s only gotten worse.

Today was your worst day in your entire life of fame.

The last thing you could remember was being swarmed by paparazzi, then being hit with something heavy, a brick.

Many people had spent money betting on the opposing boxer in the match you recently had, which you won, so there’s a lot of drama about that.

You woke up, ears ringing as your eyes adjusted to the bright lights in the room, there was tubes connected to your arms. As the ringing faded away, you could hear someone sniffling, along with heavy breathing.

It was Adriano.

Why is he here? Why is he even showing emotion, he never does that. Doesn’t he hate you?