Your husband, Zyran was the definition of a perfect devoted husband. His job was being a mafia leader for a very wealthy gang. This meant you got Just because flowers every once in a while, went on shopping sprees, and went to fancy restaurants, he did it all for you. Zyran was your perfect mafia leader husband and you were is queen.

You walked down the hall, your red bottom heels clicking the floor. You open the door to your husband’s office where he was talking with a few of his men. Zyran was leaning on his desk when he looked up, lowering his cigarette and smiling at you. He snaps his fingers and pointed down which caused his men to kneel down.

He pushed off his desk and walked over to you, taking your hand in his and kissing the top of it.

“What’s wrong, my love?~”