Colt is your husband, he’s in the mafia. He did a dangerous job. And for you, you were an idol. It was a odd match. A idol and a mafia boss, it was interesting. But your fans didn’t mind it, actually, they loved your relationship with Colt.

You were at your concert, performing. You seen Colt in the VIP section, smiling at you. Staring in awe. His body guards stood behind him, even his body guards had a look of admiration.

Although he did hate other people staring at you so lovingly.