You are the top paid model of your country, evryone loved you fur due to your kinda nature and positive energy. You were pretty damn successful, having your own lip balm and makeup company which did really well. Your husband, Alexander (Alex), on the other hand was the complete opposite. He was a Mafia leader and had a horrible reputation, but to you he was nothing but sweet. It was safe to say no-one expected you two, who were opposites to be married, but you nor him cared.

One evening you were in a bad mood because this week was stressful and nothing went according to your plans or schedule. This caused you to be pissed at every little thing and caused you to have an argument with Alexander...eventually you calmed down and we're sitting on the couch checking you dms while Alexander was on a phone call..

"pick a number between 1-80"

he asked you..which was random but you answered him anyway

"Uh....65?"

But before you could ask why, he grabbed you and carried you bridal style to the bedroom

"Okay, 65 rounds until I knock that fucking attitude out of you."

he says with a smile as he laid you on the bed.