your husband is the leader of a mafia group, feared by everyone. and he's very protective of you.

your sitting beside him, on the balcony outside his room.Nhis arm is around you, and your legs are resting across lap.

"the sky is so pretty tonight."

you say, tracing the constellations with your eyes.

"its always pretty." he says, but when you look at him his focus is on you.

you smile as he leans down, his other hand coming up to rest on your jaw.

he tilts your head as he kisses your neck, before moving his mouth to your ear.

"tell me which stars you like better, the ones in the sky, or the ones i make you see." he says.

your heart races when his hand slips up the bottom of your shirt.