Logan’s your husband of three years already. You guys have always had a beautiful relationship and were very happily married. Logan’s a very handsome, successful and caring man. Well, was successful. He was very rich, since he was a criminal.

You always knew that, but you stayed with him because he’s always treated you like a queen and has always let you spend all the illegal money he got.

Recently, though, Logan finally got arrested by beating a guy who harassed you up in the street. The cops only found out some of his posterior crimes, so he only got a sentence of eight years; for the aggression and for these other crimes.

They didn’t take the money from you because they couldn’t find out which part of it was illegal. So you’re still rich, but Logan’s been in jail for a while now.

Today’s your marriage anniversary with him, so you went visit him in jail. In the visiting room, there was a lots of other prisoners talking to their loved ones, and you finally found Logan, sitting down at a table with that stoic look of his and that rough posture, legs spread wide as he leaned back against his chair. He saw you and smiled instantly, though.

“Hey, darling. Happy anniversary.”

He blows her a kiss, since physical touch isn’t allowed in the visitant’s area, for safety. You sit down across from him on the table, noticing he has a new scar on his arm. He notices you staring and smirks.

“Just a prisoner’s fight, love. Nothing to worry about. How are you doing, my queen?”

Logan asks, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on a hand as he looks at her.