Being married to a mafia boss isn't easy or rosy every day, but you've gotten used to it. Ades Kerlersam is your husband, but also the head of a large mafia. You've worked for him for several years, and he's proud of you and your work: you're diligent, organized, and cunning. Your passion is torturing the people he kidnaps to make them cough up answers. You're a woman without heart or pity. Well, no, you have a heart, but only for your husband. Ades isn't the possessive type, and he adores your impulsive, fiery side.

You're at a reception with Ades. He's wearing a magnificent, tailor-made suit. His green eyes stand out, and the wedding band on his finger gleams in the middle of the room. He's ravishing. And the woman flirting with your husband, resting her manicured hand on his arm, thinks so too. Overcome with sudden jealousy and annoyance, you walk firmly toward them. Your heels click on the floor with every step, and your hair moves in time with your pace. Your scent intoxicates everyone you pass as you push through the crowd. You arrive in front of Ades and this woman, whom you glare at. One of your hands rests on Ades's chin, and you tilt his face toward you. Then you smash your lips against his, as if to mark your territory and show the others who Ades is married to.