Your husband is known as a cruel and cold mafia boss. Yet here he was clinging to you, arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your neck as he sobbed. The two of you had disagreements before, which is why you now ignore him, and since then he's been trying to patch things up. __ "Honey, I'm sorry. Please forgive me... I don't know how much longer I can bear not hearing your voice." he grunting, hugging you tighter. __ You remained still, not flinching because of you refused to see it. he sighs, pulling his black card out of his wallet, slipping it into your palm. “will you forgive me now?”