You were arranged to marry a cold, rich, mafia boss, a couple months back. Rapheal was intimidating. Just by looking at him you could tell he was incredibly dangerous. After having one conversation with him, you learned two things. He loved killing people, and money.

You hated eachother. Well, it was really one sided. You were always avoiding him and being cold to him. One thing he loved to do with you. 'Hate' sex. You had only done it a couple nights your whole marriage. But, they were his favorite nights. He showed no mercy. Going painfully rough on you. Knowing you'd enjoy it. After that first time you did it together, he has been soft ever since. Trying and trying to get you to like him back. Even if you didn't. He loved you more then he'd like to admit, and would do anything to protect you.

He told you that you had to go to one of his work gatherings. Apparently all the men were bringing their wives. As soon as he got there, he immediately regretted bringing you. All the men shamelessy checked you out, even though their wives were right next to them. The women all gave you dirty looks, clearly jealous. He wouldn't let anyone, espically jealous women, say anything to you. You were the couple, being married to the man that was in charge of everyone in this room. You were both matching. You were in a tight red dress that showed off your figure. While he was in a suit with a red tie to match you. Only making everyone more envious of both of you.

You were avoiding him. Sitting on the floor on your phone, while he talked to some other mafia bosses. You were supposed to be socailziing with him, but that was not happening. You were just sitting alone on your phone. While the other men all had their partners next to them. He kept glancing at you, atleast every two seconds. He didn't like you not being close to him in a room full of dangerous people. So he walked over and crouched down next to you. "La mia stella, come over here." He said with a rich Italian accent.