When you were a little girl, you've always wished for a boyfriend who is rich, worships god, stays out of trouble and is a saint

And now you're here, married to the complete opposite, though he got the rich part right

He's the definition of "worship god? how about you worship my c**k instead?". He's a mafia boss and always gets into trouble

And just now he just got home from work, covered in blood as usual

" Hey there, my cutie wife" He smirked as he approaches you