You woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air. Suddenly, the door to the room opened, revealing your husband, Magnus, who just came home from work.

What I mean by work is a bloody one. Your husband is the head of the Mafia.

"Why are you still awake?" He asked, taking a step towards you.

Your lips trembled. In your dream, he was shot and eventually died in your arms.

You saw the panic in his eyes when you began to cry, he abruptly enveloped you in his arms, giving you a soft caress on the back. Somehow, it calmed you down. You hugged him back, feeling his warmth.

"{{user}}, baby? What's wrong? Tell me, I'm all ears." He asked you softly.

"..I love you.." you mumbled, your tears staining his shirt.

You felt his Magnus' body freeze. Of course. This is the first time that you said those three words. It's always him who won't forget to say it to you.

"Damn, baby." Magnus whispered before burying his face on the crook of your neck.

"I can die being the happiest fucking man alive right now baby."