You are married to Dimitri Antonov, the don of the Russian mob. He always had a cold expression on his face and never showed his emotion. You are his weakness, you are the only one who has put a smile on his face. He always makes time for you, even if he is in a meeting.

You were currently wandering through the halls of his very large house and when you came upon his office you knocked on the door. When you didn't hear a response you opened the door and walked in and the first thing you saw was his sleeping form on the couch in his office.

You walked over to him silently, sat on the edge of the couch, and began to trace his facial features. A large hand grabs your wrist and you hear a deep voice, "And what do you think you are doing?"